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Summit for Someone: Grand Teton

8/22/2011

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From my campsite
I can't believe it's over. I've been training for the last year and a half, worrying, coping, persisting, growing... and now it's done. All my work and time and effort, coming to a beautiful resolution. I feel like I did when I turned 16 – like I'd finally crossed a milestone where I was “older.” Instead, now I feel stronger, wiser, more capable. The point is, I feel like I've actually changed.

This post is more than a trip report. It's a reflection on the time I devoted to making my life better, and the process of growing beyond my boundaries, something I feel is necessary for anyone who wants to change and grow.  


Note: Long post and SOOOOO many beautiful pictures below...
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My foot, and Wyoming vastness
Day 1: The approach.

I packed my things in Colorado, carefully placing my Big City Mountaineer pennant and prayer flags in a plastic bag for safekeeping. The drive to Jackson WY was long and boring and beautiful at times. I haven't done a long drive alone in a while. It gave me time to mentally prepare for the trip, and make the shift from worry to just enjoying myself.

I did my gear check and learned that I'd be carrying food for the group as well, so I'd need to use the bigger, heavier backpack. I had an awesome dinner at the Snake River Brewing Co. and made my way to Teton National Forest to camp. If you head north of town and take a right towards Kelly, keep going till it turns into a dirt road, there is free camping with an amazing view of the Grand.  


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Gear Check!
I took some time to reorganize my gear, hoping to have everything set for an early morning departure.

That's when I realized I forgot pants.

I was wearing shorts when I arrived, packed my hiking shorts, and long johns, and rain pants... but I didn't bring regular outer layer hiking pants. Thankfully the gear store opened early, so I was able to get a pair when I got into town. At the time I wasn't sure weather to laugh or cry about it. I chose laugh – who forgets pants?? Me, apparently. Anyway, a year and a half of training and preparation and this it turned out was my biggest issue. I turned in for a good night's sleep, visions of pant-less mountaineers floating through my dreams.


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One of these things is not like the other...
Day 2: The hike

I drove into town at 7am and got breakfast and a sandwich for the trail. Our group met at the JHMG office to divide up the food and distribute extra gear (like crampons.) My team consisted of three men (two grownups and a 18 yr old son – Sorry Kevin! You'll be gown up some day...) from Maryland, and a gentleman from Canada. We had two guides, Jed and Darren, who gave us the run down for the trip. We would hike up to high camp that day, train the next, summit on day 3, and descend on day 4 – all weather permitting.  


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Snack break.
We drove to the Lupine Meadows parking lot, sorted gear, adjusted packs, and hit the trail. I don't remember much of the hike up the switchbacks. I was so focused on keeping moving. My pack was a bit heavy, but not unbearable. The tricks I learned to stay focused while hiking in CO really paid off. One thing I've found that works well for me, is to not look up the trail, rather keep your eyes on the next step. Of course this only works for short bits of time before you have to look up so you don't get lost, but it works. In a way that's a good way to approach other things in life, like distant and difficult goals. Just keep your focus on the next step, and before you know it, you can look back and see you've made huge progress. (More on my new grad school program later :-P )


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Almost above treeline.
About 5 miles in, and around a bend, we came into view of the basin and meadows and the lower saddle. I love finally making it above tree line. My energy comes back, the world opens up, and I can't wait to see what's around the corner. The views became spectacular. An impromptu snowball fight broke out, and we stopped for lunch beside a crystal clear creek.

And that's when the hard parts started. The hiking got steeper, and our pace slowed as we began scrambling, traversing snow fields, and dodging rabid marmots (not really, but I wish.) An hour later it started to rain, a trend that continued till day 4.

At high camp we were assigned tents where we could dry off and get ready for food. At 10,000 ft I wasn't feeling the altitude yet, but several in our group were.  


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Hiking with a rope sucks.
Day 3: Training

After breakfast we made our way to a few pillars near the camp and learned how to handle basic climbing, belaying, rappelling, and multi-pitch scenarios. We practiced a short climb, rapped from the top, and one other climber and I got to do some scrambling on a nearby pillar. Unfortunately it began to rain in the early afternoon, so we made our way back to camp. The rain continued through dinner, bed time and when we work up at 3am the next morning...


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NO one is attractive or happy at 3am...
Day 4: Boredom

… it was still raining. We ate breakfast in the hope that the weather would break, but it didn't. We all went back to bed with hopes of summiting the next day instead. I woke up again about 10am and moseyed to the tent. We spent the rest of the day reading, or talking about (or in my case listening) politics and health care. The weather report called for thunderstorms and rain continuing through the next day. Hopes for a summit weren't very high.

About 4pm, the sky began to clear and the sun came out. I saw my first marmot, dried my socks out, and spent time taking pictures from our camp. We had a few other groups join us that day and the day before. Briefly I wasn't the only woman at the camp, but that ended when her group's summit day was rained out and they returned to town.  


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Sunshine!! Nes Perce (?) from the yurt.
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Russ in the fog.
We hit the sack around 9pm, and at 9:15 it began to hail. I looked outside the tent to find tiny balls of ice in piles and cracks. I wasn't very hopeful for clear weather in the morning. I went to bed with the notion that we'd repeat the 3am breakfast then pack up and head down instead.
  


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Still not sure what's going on...
Day 5: Victory

We woke up at 2:30am to a perfectly clear sky and an amazing view of the milky way. I still didn't believe that we were going to climb though. The weather report was so bleak. We ate breakfast in what I thought was a show on the part of the guides - giving us our money's worth with an early wake up, then sending us back to bed. The back to bed part never happened though. We ate, put on helmets and our packs, and started walking. I hiked in this state of disbelief for a full hour and a half, thinking we would turn around at any moment. Before I knew it, we were at the lower saddle. Then we were beginning to climb, following the trail of tiny headlamps ahead of us. 


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Shadow of the Grand on Valhalla
It wasn't till the sun began to rise that it finally hit me: We are actually doing this! All the training, all the worrying, the long hours of hiking alone - and here I am, about to experience the exposure and altitude for real this time. 

Somewhere between the lower saddle and the first icy patch on the way up to the notch, I noticed how strong I felt. I wasn't afraid or tired. The exposure hardly affected me at all. I had a "moment" there, all by myself, thinking back on how far I've come. Progress seems invisible sometimes, till suddenly you are able to turn around and see you've finally climbed above what you wanted to leave behind.

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Sunrise
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Dave, sliding upwards.
The hike/scramble to the upper saddle and the two-pitch technical climb was another blur. I really couldn't tell you much about the route. "Up" seemed to be the theme. On the descent I learned that there are two main ways to the upper saddle, one through a keyhole, the other over a sketchy slab. We took the slab, roping up for that small portion. Had I known what was below me at that time (huge drop) maybe I wouldn't have felt so good. 

Because of the hail the previous night, many stretches were fairly iced over. We stayed together as a group, carefully navigating the nearly invisible sheets. About 2/3 the way to the top one of our guides decided he was too sick to continue. He and another climber made their way back to camp, while the rest of us continued. 

After a 125 ft traverse over ice, we found ourselves at the base of the Pownall-Gilkey  route, completely iced over. I would have given anything for crampons and tools. The route had been equipped with permanent slings by the guides to help novice climbers. We used those to haul ourselves up the corner, flailing for good foot placements.

The second pitch was less icy, and after another 45 minutes of third class scrambling, we summitted at 9:30am under the most fantastic blue sky I've ever seen. 

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Flags at the summit!
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Summit marker
To say I felt amazing would be an under statement. I'd been preparing for this for a year and a half. I had no idea that this trip would equal such a huge life change for me. Through training, working on my technical abilities, and taking a hard look at my motivation, somehow I found myself making a career change and move from MD to CO. 

When I entered the "What's Your Everest?" contest to win the money for this trip, my goal was to work on my fear of heights, not change my whole life. But it did. Taking a moment to look back on how far I've come, the same way I did on the Grand, reminds me that life's biggest obstacles can be conquered one focused step at a time. The small lessons I learned this year about my comfort zone, remembering my goals, and being bold, all came together as I set foot on the summit, and as I moved into my new place in Boulder. 

I can't describe how grateful I am for these lessons....

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Looking up at the lower saddle
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Hiking down.
So the great thing about climbing is that once you are at the top, you are only half way there. Getting down safely is mandatory in any expedition, summiting is not. The elation we all felt at reaching the top gave us new energy to face the 11+ mile - 7,000ft elevation loss we had to tackle next. 

Going down is always harder on the knees, but with the aid of ropes, the butt slide, and crab walk, it was manageable. We hit the lower saddle around 1pm, and I got the chance to glissade down the snowy slope below. Yet another testament to how much better my fear has gotten, the slide down was incredible! (Not terrifying.) Snow flying everywhere, I used my ice axe as a break/rudder. That cut a good 30 minutes off the descent and made it a lot more fun. 

The rest of the hike out was filled with awesome views, mosquitoes, and great conversation. At the parking lot I could barely walk. No clue how our guides do it so often. 

All I can think about now is my next goal, how I'll train/stay in shape, and what lessons I'll learn along the way. 

8 Comments
Jannah
8/22/2011 04:53:51 am

That is amazing and totally inspiring! I love to hike but I've never gotten a chance to hike the likes of a place like that (living in WV and all), but hopefully one day soon! Glad you had an awesome time! :)

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Amanda link
8/22/2011 05:06:53 am

This is an amazing post and completely awe inspiring! Glad to see you met your goal. What's next?

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Tiffany
8/22/2011 06:00:27 am

hell yeah lady! rock on! so proud of you! :)

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Laurel link
8/22/2011 09:01:47 am

Congraulations! And that sounds like a really fun trip. Only one correction... Hiking with a rope is awesome! It means you get to do something fun when you get "there".

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Mom
8/22/2011 02:07:19 pm

Very, very proud of you!!! Setting goals, working toward them, and the final 'peak' of the last year and a half - really great! Always keep learning. And "these are not my pants!" Lol
Love you!!

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Amy C link
8/23/2011 10:59:11 am

I am blissfully happy for you! What a way to celebrate all the accomplishments and changes you've experienced this year!

You are bold, capable and open to a world of possibility and opportunity! Congratulations. :)

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Katie link
8/24/2011 05:05:20 am

I echo every one of these encouragements...you are an amazing woman and an inspiration to me. When things get difficult, remember these good things and also the darker moments of doubt and how in the end, that's not what defined you or your accomplishment.

This is incredible, Aleya. Wow.

-k

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angela
5/1/2012 01:42:27 pm

hey there- i'm signed up for summit for someone 2012. can you give me some advise for fundraising? was it hard to get the funds?

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