WHAT A BLAST THIS WAS
WHAT A BLAST THIS WAS
Part 2, The Summit
As the sky darkened, I began to look earnestly forward to stopping for the night. I couldn’t feel my feet. At all. It was like walking on stubs for legs. The temperature was falling fastand the snow was literally blowing sideways. The chill was eating through my outerwear. Icicles were hanging from my nostrils and eyebrows. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. The rope in front of me suddenly went slack. I narrowly missed colliding into the guy in front of me. I had missed Kyle’s signal to stop. It was time to rest for the night. It was all I could do not to let my knees buckle and collapse face first into the snow.
As if we weren’t already tired enough, we had to get out our shovels and dig pits in the snow and ice to burrow our tents into,otherwise they would be blown to pieces through the night. Once our tents were up, dinner was served. I couldn’t decide if I was more hungry than cold. Dinner was instant noodles flavored with extra Tabasco sauce to trick our mouths and bellies into thinking they were warm. I ignored my disappointment at the fare that was served to use, silently grateful that I had eaten a good lunch sufficient to carry me until morning. Nevertheless, the cup of hot broth and noodles warmed my hands and belly, and defrosted my nose-sickles. I ate quickly and then retreated to my tent where I yanked my boots off. I was nervous about what I would find beneath my socks. I envisioned seeing blue and black deformed lumps of dead flesh. Peeling off my ice crusted socks, I was relieved to see that my feet were still attached to the bottom of my legs and not sporting telltale signs of frostbite – but it was close. My feet were like dead driftwood, cold, pale, heavydriftwood. I crawled into my sleeping bag and sat on my feet trying to warm them up fast. I fell asleep at some point in a frozen delirium only to awake the next morning to more of the same grueling trek toward the summit with the same instant oatmeal breakfast, followed by a cold, but satisfying lunch that literally kept me going hour by hour.
The next morning after realizing we were camping in a plateau full of crevasses, that creaked all night, we looked back to see that the ridge we had crossed the day before had collapsed… Yes, you could see our trail across the ridge and the middle chunk of ice and snow had collapsed leaving a huge gap in our path from yesterday! Chills…
Day in and day out. It wasn’t until day three, during lunch that Kyle apologized to us and said that instead of the 6 hours of hiking that we had planned every day until the summit, it was going to be 8 to 10 hours because we were making our own trail and we were behind schedule. We just accepted the news without complaint and kept moving forward.
You see, when Kyle met our group on the first day, he saw that we were all fit and had offered us a more challenging trek than the standard guided tour. We all accepted, not realizing that we were going to be breaking a virgin trail and adding several thousand feet and hours to the trek.
On the fourth day of our trek, we were approximately four hours from the summit, when a blizzard hit us like the blasting breath of an ice dragon hell bent on freezing us in our tracks, or blowing us off the mountain altogether. My feet at that point hadn’t defrosted in over a day. My face was numb to the touch and each breath burned in my lungs. I couldn’t see a thing for the shooting ice snow and biting wind. I had to trust completely in my guide, Kyle, to lead us to the summit in the blinding chaos of snow and ice. The grey turmoil of the blizzard got darker as somewhere beyond the clouds and snow that hugged the mountain top, the sun was setting on another day. I have no idea how Kyle knew where he was going.
Kyle stopped us about 30 minutes from the summit where we set up camp in the blizzard. I struggled clumsily in my bulky outerwear to secure my tent. But that ice dragon wrestled furiously with me for it as it blew in the wind like a flag in my hands. Determined, I remained focused and methodically tied down my tent, finding some relief as I moved my gear inside and rested. Thank goodness Adam Quinn was my climbing partner as he had ice in his veins and was a weathered ship captain with prate blood running through his veins! Arrrr…
After a short reprieve and much lighter without our gear, we continued on until we reached the summit. The wind howled around us, pelting our faces with sharp ice crystals, but it didn’t matter as I couldn’t feel my face anyway. At the summit, Adam and I huddled together for a picture, stretching a small flag between us that Adam’s girlfriend (now wife), Leslie had made. In bright blue and green colors were the letters, L & A. It stood for Latatude and Adatudes – our adventure company name. (Get it, Jason Latas, Adam Quinn? Well it seemed like a good idea at the time…)
We didn’t linger on the summit. We had made it to the top, took pictures to prove it, then trekked down as quickly as we could. Hot broth and noodles waited for us upon our return. Once in my tent, I went through the same ritual of warming my feet again, knowing that I’d be back at base camp soon enjoying a burger & beer and reflecting on what I had just accomplished.
The trek down was a little easier, having gravity on our side and, for the first time, using an established trail. But it was just as scary. There was one point where we had to walk across a 10 foot long aluminum ladder that was laid across a huge 6-8 foot crevasse that was deeper than I could see. It might have been easier if I didn’t have steel crampons on my boots that made me slip on the ladder rungs like a cat on ice. While crossing the ladder, we still had to maintain the, one-step-at-a-time rhythm that kept me from scrambling across the ladder like my instincts begged for. I kept having to remind myself that if I stepped too fast or too slow, I could stumble and knock my rope buddies off balance, toppling the whole team into the cold dark abyss. We made it across without incident and I didn’t lose my lunch either.
Just when we thought we were in the clear, I felt a tug on the rope in front of me, and heard a desperate shout. In seconds, everyone hit the deck and dug their ice axes into the glacier. As I dug my ice axe in as hard as I could, I braced for the dreaded jerk on my line as one of our team members had fallen. In just a few moments, it was made known what had happened. One of our team had unknowingly stepped into a steam vent and had fallen up to his shoulders before the rest of the team had reacted to stop his fall. On the way down he had extended his arms to grab for anything and consequently twisted his left shoulder badly. After we pulled him out and ascertained his injuries, one of our guides, Jason made a rope sling for his arm. We had to split up his gear, as he could no longer carry his heavy pack. Consequently, we had to slow the pace a bit so he could keep up.
Within a few hours we could see base camp and we all un-roped, took off our “foot fangs” (crampons) and started glissading down the mountain on our boots, hooting, laughing, screaming, falling and rolling like little children. After five days of extreme tension, we all needed the release.
That evening, we all straggled into the small village at the base of Mt. Rainier. Our first stop was the local tavern where we sat back and enjoyed a cold mug of beer and warm burgers. Bleary eyed Kyle admitted over his mug of Seattle Brew, that in his 15 years of leading groups up Mt. Rainier, this one had been the toughest. He had miscalculated the route and had started lower than he had planned which explained why we were behind schedule. With the weather and the increased risk of avalanche activity of the Mountain in July, Kyle had experienced some intense anxiety over whether or not we would make it. But, by looking at him, you’d never would have guessed. This rugged mountaineer had calm written all over him despite the dangers we had encountered on our trek – thanks to his expertise and many years of training.
The Morale of the Story
Always be prepared for whatever life may throw at you. Life comes at ya fast and you don’t always know what’s around the next corner. Keep yourself fit and healthy so you can meet life’s challenges with confidence and your chin up. Whether, you’re an entrepreneur, a parent, employee, or all of the above, take the time to set goals, visualize where you’re going and set out on your journey with a plan. If it’s familiar territory you may have the experience and tenacity to do it on your own. If not, don’t be afraid to hire a guide that has been to the summit that you have your sites on. Whether it’s a life coach, personal trainer, business coach or any other guide, find one that has been to that summit many times and led others there before. It could take years off of your trek and perhaps even save your life J
A MOUNTAIN IS CLIMBED ONE STEP AT A TIME
Everyone who got where they are had to begin where they were. Your opportunity for success is right in front of you. Seize it!
To attain success or to reach your goal, don’t worry about having all the answers in advance. You just need to have a clear idea of your goal and move steadily toward it.
Don’t procrastinate when faced with a difficult problem. Break your problems into parts and handle one part at a time.
Develop a tendency toward action. You can make something happen today. Break your big plan for success into small steps and take the first step right away.
“We should not fret for what is past, nor should we be anxious about the future; men of discernment deal only with the present moment.”
Success starts with a first step…
Happy Trekking, my friends!
Straddling a foot wide crevasse at 10,000 feet, I squinted through the blinding white light reflected off the snow at the towering glacier before me. As if a huge giant had giving it a whack with a great axe, the crevasse extended all the way up the glacier’s face. I gaped at the chasm, wondering if and when the crack would split that huge glacier and send a chunk of the mountain crashing onto our heads. The sun was bright and warm on my face. What would it take to send a slab of the ice down Mt. Rainier’s back and how much of the mountain would it take with it?
I looked back down at the gapping crack between my boots, peering down into what seemed like the yawning throat of a slumbering ice dragon. Blue like the bright sky above me, the opening extended below, becoming darker the deeper it went, as dark as a storm tossed ocean, flecked with foam and mist. At any moment, the dragon could fully awake and swallow me whole. I lifted my head and squinted ahead where our guide, Kyle, had stopped to prod the snow before him, searching for hidden crevasses. I silently urged him to hurry. For all I knew the ice dragon below me might wake up any moment.
I was awe struck at how close to death I actually was. Mt. Rainier is one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, cradling several of the largest glaciers in the U.S. south of Alaska. Mt. Rainier was a literal sleeping ice dragon. If the dragon itself didn’t awaken and kill me, I could easily die from rock or ice falls, an avalanche or weather related hypothermia. These facts did not escape me as I had prepped mentally and physically for this expedition. The dangers of trekking to Mt. Rainier’s summit did not deter me. If anything, it made the idea of conquering the beast that much more exciting and challenging.
My fascination with the crack in the glacier was interrupted by the near manical laugh of my buddy Adam who was roped behind me. I glanced back at him and grinned broadly, suddenly grateful I hadn’t lost control of my bowels. He was the reason I was here. Adam Quinn had been my buddy in adventures since I first met him in Maui five years previously. He could tell what I was thinking just by my hesitancy as I peered deep into the gullet of this beast. I laughed too, because I knew he was feeling the same way about our guided climb up the back of this giant. Crazy freaked out and loving it.
I didn’t say anything to Adam. I waited impatiently for Kyle’s command to move forward. I looked ahead towards where our guide silently prodded the virgin snow. With wobbly knees I prayed Kyle would hurry up and almost at once, he gave the command to move forward. Sucking in a lungful of frigid air, I lifted my heavy booted foot to take the final step over the crack in the mountain of ice. I exhaled a deep breath of relief, glancing back to see Adam briefly consider the crevasse I had straddled. He flashed me a grin and pointed down between his boots. I shook my head as the image of him slipping into the throat of the sleeping dragon pulling me after him turned my stomach.
There were two teams of 6 guys all roped together that day, trudging toward the same goal. The summit of Mt. Rainer. Come hail, snow, winds or the sloughing away of one of the glaciers, we were determined to make that summit.
As a giant stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc, Mt. Rainier is considered an active volcano with its last eruption in 1894. Every month, as many as five quakes are recorded near the mountain’s summit. It is not uncommon to have small swarms of five to ten earthquakes occur over a few days as well. So the chances of seeing an avalanche, or being caught in one, was pretty good. But we had trained for these possibilities with the help of our guides.
As instructed by our guides before we embarked on our adventure, we all stepped together in unison to keep the ropes taut enough between us to allow quick response in case the mountain decided to knock one of us off, but loose enough to allow a comfortable stride. I quickly learned that if I walked too fast, it would jerk my rear buddy forward, causing him to stumble and the guy behind him as well. Whereas if I walked too slowly, my front buddy would be unexpectedly tugged from behind, lose his balance and potentially trip – possibly jerking the rest of us off our feet. Inconsistent steps between the six of us would make for a very jerky uncomfortable climb. We stepped in unison and kept a steady rhythm like good little soldiers. This was a concept I was all too familiar with as an outrigger canoe racer in Hawaii, where one person hitting the water slightly before or after the one in front of them would throw the whole boat off. But Hawai’i was a long ways from this alien world of ice and snow.
As I continued my trek to the summit, I reflected on how far I had come. Training for this trek at sea level in Hawai’i was a bit of a challenge. Adam and I had climbed Haleakala (the 10,000’ dormant volcano in Maui) maybe twice in the months leading up to this expedition. We also worked out at our buddy Dale’s gym coupled with some endurance runs and bike rides. But that was it, aside from our daily custom tours that we led for my adventure company. Looking back, I wish I had trained more.
I was two days into this expedition when we crossed the dragon’s throat, but it felt like I had been on this freezing ice cube for years. Even though the weather was absolutely perfect today, each day brought a new challenge to deal with. One of which, was the food.
For the amount of money I shelled out for this adventure, I expected good nourishing food on our trip. However, our guides only provided sugary instant oatmeal with bits of fake fruit for breakfast every morning. It wouldn’t be long afterwards that I would find myself ravenous. I was expending a tremendous amount of energy climbing this mountain and trying to stay warm and a measly processed package of artificially sweetened carbs could not sustain me.
I knew from my years on Maui as a personal trainer, that these processed carbs would burn out of our system in about 60 minutes. Then what would my body utilize for energy? Fat AND muscle. But I didn’t have a lot of fat on my lean frame. So after a day of hiking through snow and bearing heavy gear, I was burning a lot of energy and it was coming from my muscle. At night, our bodies busily repair and build/regenerate new cells. But what materials does it use to repair and build new cells with? If your diet consists of sodas and candy bars, processed foods loaded with preservatives and chemicals, than that is exactly what your body is going to be rebuilt with.
As I sat eating my breakfast, I studied our two guides. Both were Haole (Hawaiian for white) guys that were very lean and wiry. Although in they were in their late twenties to mid thirties, they were haggard from years of leading clients through the harsh weather conditions of Mt. Rainer.
Looking at my guides, I could see that of years of eating snack size candy bars and junk food had taken a toll on their bodies. I just knew that by the time these guys were in their sixties, they’d be hobbling around with aching knees and joint problems. Not to mention a myriad of other health problems as their bodies, made up of years of consuming junk food, start to deteriorate at a faster rate than if they had maintained a nutritious diet and fueled properly for their hikes.
In my regular life back in Maui, I had an adventure tour company I co-owned with my buddy Adam. We both knew from experience that being well fed, fit and active was important if we were going to be able to provide the type of service our guests demanded for their customized adventures. Experience had taught us that treating our guests well and beyond their expectations led to them having great memories of their adventures in Hawai’i. If our guests were not properly fueled for the hikes and trips they had hired us to lead them on, chances are they’d feel pretty worn out and sore the next day. What would they remember the most? The scenic hike through lush tropical forests or the two or three days of aches and pains as they recovered from the hike? Chances are, they’d talk to their friends about the pain of the journey more than the experience of traversing through the most beautiful landscape in the world. Our guest’s adventures were priceless and we aimed to make sure they had the best possible experience ever so that they would come back again and again. Year after year. We built life-long relationships with our clients based on the principles of great customer service that went beyond their expectations.
For example – when we picked up our guests from the hotels or airport in the mornings, we would greet them with silver platters bearing fruit, muffins, juice, coffee and tea. Later, during the hike, we’d take a break alongside a beautiful waterfall or overlook and present a silver tray laden with more fruit, deli sandwiches, veggies and juice to make sure all of our guests were well fed and hydrated. That was the winning difference between us and our competitors on the island. We went the extra distance in providing our clients with first class service that allowed for a memorable experience during their short stay on Maui. Memories that would last a lifetime.
Back on Mt. Rainier, there was a severe lack of silver trays. It was truly an experience to last a lifetime, but I had no plans of returning again next year. This wasn’t my ideal annual vacation getaway and my guides certainly weren’t that concerned about our experiences so much as they were concentrating on getting us up to the summit alive and returning us to home base in one piece.
After what felt like hours of trudging through knee deep snow and ice, Kyle finally gave the signal to break for lunch. We had been traversing along the slanted side of a glacier, where we had literally been walking on turned ankles so that we could grip the ice with more surface area of our crampons (steal claws on the bottom of our boots). I turned and with my ice ax chiseled out a seat in the wall of ice and snow next to me. Then I snugged my butt onto the ice shelf I had carved from the glacier, stuck my axe into the wall and lashed my rope to itso I wouldn’t slide down the side of the glacier during lunch. I pulled out my stash of beef jerky, whole grain energy bars, dried fruits and nuts, a jar of Almond butter and a can of Tuna. This was the most decent meal I had during the day on my week-long expedition – provided by yours truly. Pre-packaged food never tasted so good as I wolfed down my rations. I could just feel my body soak up the nutrients it needed to replenish itself so I could have the energy to continue on until it was time to set up camp for the night. I also had my custom blend of amino acids, minerals and powdered nutrients that, like a chemist, I had blended in my kitchen back home. It was my secret potion that I used on long runs, paddling, bike rides, etc. that kept me on top of my game. I added the powder to my water bottle, grateful that I had the foresight to bring it along for this trip. I was pushing my body hard and I wanted to go home feeling good and remembering the trek pain free.
Lunch breaks allowed me the chance to survey the landscape around me. I couldn’t get over the stretch of pure whiteness, occasionally broken by crevasses. The snow was pristine and smooth. I could see where we had come up the mountain, the trail was a line of churned snow in shades of grey, blue and black. It was easy to spot in the distance as we were the only team on that side of the mountain and we were making our own virgin trail. As we sat enjoying our lunches and the view, we heard a low rumble and to my amazement, saw a wall of snow and boulders crash down from the side of the mountain and completely bury our tracks from just a few hours before. Again, I marveled at how close to danger we had been. Had we been just a few hours slower, we could have been caught in that tide of snow and rock cascading from its perch above – like a hungry predator with outstretched wings of cold, cutting ice, swooping down atop of us to envelope our team in its suffocating embrace.
Adam and I glanced at each other and for the first time during this trek, I wondered if I was ever going to see my beloved Maui again.
Adam and I were very fortunate to be one of the only tour companies allowed to give tours in Kahakuloa Valley. We were definitely the only haoles allowed to do tours there and we respected that privilege very much. Oliver lived up in the valley and allowed us to do tours on his land, a beautiful stretch of history that had been farmed for generations. In fact Kahakuloa was the last remaining, active Ahupua’a (farming community that stretched from mountain to ocean) in the West Maui Mountains and 1 of only 2 valleys that never had it’s water diverted by the sugar cane industry. They were still farming taro, a Hawaiian staple.
Oliver taught Adam and I a lot of Hawaiian history, especially about Kahakuloa Village and would often let us come out and stay the night in his guest hut/house.
On this night we were staying in Kahakuloa with some friends. We had just finished dinner and were relaxing on the grass in front of the house. Kahakuloa was a narrow valley and the homes were built on either side of the original trails that had been used for hundreds of years. These were the same trails that the spirits Oliver spoke of often would still walk along.. In fact all of the homes were surrounded by Tea Leaf plants that were considered sacred and often planted to please the spirits and keep them away from the home. It wasn’t unusual to see spirits with torches walking down toward the ocean at night. They called them, the night marchers…
It was dark and we were relaxing on the lawn and enjoying the stars that seemed so bright and close that you could almost touch them. We were all talking quietly when I brought attention to the people that I had heard coming up the trail. I turned and asked if anyone was expecting guests. Everyone looked at me and said, what people? I had heard the voices coming closer for a few minutes and I could tell that they were right on the other side of the low rock wall we were laying next to. I said, these people, as I sat up and expected to greet whoever was hiking up the trail that night.
There was complete silence and everyone got chicken skin from head to toe as we felt the presence of many spirits walk right in front and past us as they headed back up the trail to where they had come from. None of us said a word for what seemed like 10 minutes. We all rubbed our arms, got up and decided that it might be a good time to go back inside and go to sleep! Talk about crazy dreams that night! I felt like a couple of the spirits had stayed behind to keep us company in our little guest hut/house.
I had so much fun making this video with Bo Derek!
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