It’s been a couple days since we walked into 14 Camp here on Denali, Alaska. This is the staging point for the truly high-altitude part of the climb, and also where weather often holds you up. Above here, bad weather is not just uncomfortable — it is dangerous.
Thus a series of storms have forced us into rest days. A few days ago, Evan, Aaron and I ventured back into our ski boots and went for a bit of riding by Braille. We skinned up about 1,000 feet above camp, in the area under the fixed lines where skiing is fairly common, and skied back down. Conditions were variable, but it still felt terrific to get out of the tent.
It’s interesting watching as people patiently or perhaps impatiently pace around camp. Everyone is rather itchy to get up high, and I anticipate some pretty ridiculous traffic jams on the fixed lines when the weather clears this weekend.