TR: Ranier
So this past weekend my girlfriend and I knocked another off the to-do list and climbed Rainier, aka Tahoma, aka One Big Bitch. Now before you ask the sarcastic questions about where are the skis, we didn't take them on this trip. While I do find ski-mountaineering vastly superior to regular mountaineering when the mountains are covered in snow, I do still enjoy climbing big heaps of rock even if I have to walk and not ski back down them.
So considering it had been over 3 years since I had been on a glacier or rope team and my girlfriends apprehension about having never been on either, we opted for the hand-holding summit climb offered by RMI Guides. Not exactly a big adventure (I mean it's just a 14'er with more snow right?
) but certainly a bit of work. So without further delay some pretty pictures.
The big one herself from just above Paradise

Looking up towards Camp Muir. It is on the obvious bench at the top, far to the left and just out of sight.

Two of our guides(background) and two crazy Norwegians in our group(foreground). I will get to their story in a minute.

My lovely girlfriend, Lowell Skoog, another guide(with the socks) and some more Norwegians.

Lowell is the slightly less famous brother of Karl Skoog, who was killed about 9 monthes ago skiing in Argentina. Lowell has climbed Rainier about 12 times already but was on this trip to help document the Norwegians on what was, for them, a personal history trip. The Norwegians were all nephews or grand-nephews of a skier named Sigrid Hall who was killed back in 1932 during a race they still have sometimes from Camp Muir (I think) down to Paradise. He got lost in some fog and crashed on the rocks around Little Africa on the Muir Snowfield. So a bunch of them got together to climb Rainier and see the spot where their Uncle died. Kind of added a cool historical element to our climb and I felt lucky to meet Lowell on a trip like this, considering when we got to the summit he spread the remaining ashes of his brother Karl. He was a really nice guy and didn't mind me badgering him with questions about him and his brothers exploits in the Cascades.
From Muir looking up towards Cathedral Gap

Sunrise at 13k feet the next morning.

We left Muir at around 1 a.m. Sorry for the lack of actual climbing pic but we did most of it in the dark and they don't give you much time at the breaks. The keep an excrutiatingly slow pace to make sure everyone(read sea-level folk
) don't get whacked by the altitude and still make the summitbut that means pretty quick breaks
Adams at sunrise

The girlfriend and I on the top of Columbia Crest with Mt. St. Helens in the background.

Looking over towards Liberty Cap, which is where Liberty Ridge tops out. It is definitely on the tick-list now.

And the official after picture from Camp Muir.

The hike all the way back down to Paradise on the same day(some 9000ft of elevation loss) was probably harder than all the climbing combined. Good thing I got healthy knees. The last 45min of hiking on paved and rocky trails in plastic mtneering boots was a brutal insult that still has my feet screaming at me. All in all a fun trip but next time we will bringing our skis.
"They don't think it be like it is, but it do."
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