On top of Mt Muir, 14,000 some-odd feet. Looking really smug for someone who has no fuckin’ idea how to get back down. Erskine Fire smoke didn’t even go away last night, so sunrise was a relative disappointment. Also, I was joined by FOUR unprepared East Face climber dudes in the Whitney hut and had to dress them up in my gear to stop their shivering. I cannot believe I let them wrap themselves in my $$$ cuben fiber tent. Two of them were in tee shirts! No sleep last night.
All told I saved six men’s lives on Mount Whitney and yet was still asked over and over by older men if what I was doing (hiking alone) was safe. “Where’s your parents little girl?”
Argh!!! 💀