At 13,700 feet, we had a tough decision to make: Continue our ascent of Mount Whitney—the highest peak in the contiguous U.S.—or abandon the climb only 900 feet below the summit.
Lisa and I stood on the edge of a large cliff overlooking a vast valley and giant walls of granite. Suddenly, a short, intense burst of hail began pelting us, blanketing the trail in a coat of white. Purple clouds hung over the opposing mountain range and the rumble of thunder was audible. The occasional bolt of lightening lit that mountain range, which appeared to be miles away. Continue Reading →