Saturday, June 6, 2009

In the Red Corner... (updated with more photos)

...Mt. Whitney and Mama Nature...In the Blue Corner...Us...

Well, long story short, I spent Wednesday and Thursday as part of a 5-person permit to overnight Mt. Whitney. The rest of the group included Ed, Joe, Norm, and Sebastian. Norm and I had hiked Whitney on separate occasions, but it was new territory for the rest of the group. The plan was to hike to Trail Camp at 12000' Wednesday, spend the night there acclimating, then make an early (4am) push to the summit Thursday morning before breaking camp ahead of the thunderstorms and hiking back down the hill.

Being June, we obviously packed all sorts of cold-weather gear.

The weather forecast, while slightly ominous, wasn't too bad, and we arrived expecting variable and only partially heinous conditions. Little did we know...

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The Big Dipper from the parking lot at Whitney Portal, el. 8360'

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Massive granite wall at the Portal

After camping in the Eurovan Tuesday night, we awoke Wednesday morning to unusual cloud cover; the weather pattern had been clear mornings, midday thunderstorms, and then blustery to clearing in the evenings and overnight.

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By 9am, already into some precipitation and at the base of the clouds, approx. 9000'

Before too long, some snowflakes visited us and the temperature dropped as we pressed higher.

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Norm crossing the logs as snow develops in the higher elevations

Not too concerned by this forecast precipitation, we continued into the storm until the bout started with...FLASH...one-one-thous-...BANG!

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Minutes before seeing lightning and hearing thunder a moment later

Still below treeline, we sought some shelter and decided to hunker down if there were any more strikes. Fortunately, that was an isolated incident, and we continued towards Trail Camp, ready to turn back to Outpost Camp (10360') if conditions worsened.

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Sebastian, before the cold and wet set in

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Looking up towards the peak, our only clear-ish view of the day

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Joe wondering what the immediate future holds

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Mirror Lake, besieged by storm

As we reached higher elevations, more and more old snow appeared on the trail, but the falling snow wasn't really sticking. Passing above 11000', however, it did start sticking, and the visibility dropped below 1/4 mile and stayed there. We reached Trail Camp at about 1:30pm in a howling blizzard. Round 2 of our Battle Royale included "selecting" a campsite, launching the tents as quickly as possible, and diving in.

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Around 2pm, setting camp at 12000'

Expecting the storm to pass eventually that afternoon, we warmed up as best we could. However, our visions of a lazy afternoon acclimating at 12000', making side hikes, and hanging around outside gradually disappeared as evening came on and the storm angrily persisted.

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Whiling the afternoon away

The snow, constantly sloughing of the tent walls, built up higher and higher, and the wind proved to be persistent. As the evening's light gave way to darkness, we hastily cooked dinner in the vestibule, and no one from either tent would get to socialize with the others until morning.

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Cooking in the vestibule

The storm pretty much wailed on us all night, the snow pushing in against the tent walls until Ed and I were shoulder-to-shoulder. Finally, at about 4am, the storm cleared and the wind died, but the damage had been done.

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Camp Thursday morning, after digging out

We were prepared for intermittent wintry conditions, from both hiking and camping perspectives. The foot (yes, foot) of snow we got overnight squashed any hopes of making a bid for the summit. Our gear simply was not up to the task, and pushing any higher would have been foolhardy. While the infamous 99 Switchbacks had been obvious even with poor visibility Wednesday afternoon, they were barely discernible with stellar visibility Thursday morning. And while the chute to looker's right of the switchbacks would have been easy work with crampons before the new snow, wind-loaded snow on top of an ice layer would have ensured some terrifying and likely lethal slides into the rocks below. What made the situation even more difficult is that the storm had cleared, leaving us with truly perfect summit weather.

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Whitney with morning light

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Sunrise delayed by clouds

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Another sunrise shot

So while the current weather was exactly what we had hoped for Thursday morning, the intense storm the afternoon, evening, and night before precluded any plans we had, and that was the end of the story. So it turned out to be a lazy-ish morning around camp as we forlornly stared at the ridgeline and the deep blue sky above.

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Ridgeline from Trail Crest (left) to Mt. Whitney (right)

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Our motley crew

Oh yeah, and when I finally looked at the thermometer at about 7:30am, it had warmed up to 15ºF. Yep, 15.

We broke camp and headed downhill, chatting for a moment with the only other party that had spent the night at Trail Camp. No one made the summit Wednesday, and it was looking doubtful that anyone would summit Thursday unless they brought full winter mountaineering gear.

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Tramping through the snow

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Consultation "Lake"

We stopped to refill our water below Consultation Lake and a couple other times for snacks, but more or less got off the mountain as quickly as possible.

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The stream below Consultation

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Mirror Lake under better conditions

The trail on Thursday was a different monster altogether, with significant snow and ice over most sections above 10000'.

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Snow-plastered granite

When we got back to Whitney Portal, the weather was still essentially perfect, but it soon clouded over and started to look stormy again, likely dashing summit (or even hiking) hopes for most permit-holders for the coming days.

While it was certainly a disappointment to miss the summit, we chose wisely to stay put with the weather that came in and with the gear we had. It turned into a high-altitude camping trip, and that's just fine, as getting everyone out safe and happy was worth far more than the forgotten summit hopes. We definitely took a few big hits from the weather, but to end our bout without a KO was a good thing. :)

EDIT: Here are some more photos, the first lot from Ed, the second lot from Norm.

Ed's:
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Ed's boots vs. my runners...who chose right? (hint: Ed)

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Hunkered down as the snow and wind pick up

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A bit of exposure

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Epic Photo of the Year Award...a June night's worth of snow

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Making the trek out

And Norm's:
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Another view of our little overhang

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Nice view of the goal

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Norm and Joe

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Into the storm we go

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Approaching Trail Camp

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Ed looking miserable and happy, all at the same time

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Awesome shot in the morning

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Norm after we've broken camp

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Joe sharing his sentiments

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Near the start of our journey out

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sunset Thunderstorm

Friday evening, taken from the tippy-top of Caughlin Ranch:

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To the north

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Again to the north

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Burning bush

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To the east a little later

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East again

Monday, May 18, 2009

Slaughter at Kingsbury

News flash: As of today, Ethel starts her firefighting job! On to Sports after a word from our sponsor, Dramatic Foreshadowing...

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It could be argued most rough days are a direct result of inadequate preparation. Whether or not we know that we're unprepared for the task at hand really only affects our surprise at the outcome!
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Welcome back, folks. Yesterday marked the first race in the Sierra Nevada Hill Climb TT Series, which is a rather cumbersome and non-descriptive euphemism for "voluntary bicycular corporal punishment." The venue was Kingsbury Grade, the friendly little stretch of asphalt between the Carson Valley and Lake Tahoe. Last September, Kingsbury was the last event of the Series, which really only means that everybody was already in shape. I've only put in about 6 hours (!) on the bike in the last 3 weeks, including yesterday, so my hopes were not high, and I rooted my entire race strategy in "residual fitness," "ability to tolerate long periods of suffering," and "Red Bull." I mean, come on, I haven't even gone for a climb since the day I crashed, what, 6 weeks ago?

Yesterday also marked record high temperatures in many pockets of Northern Nevada, and by the time the first rider went off at 10am, east-facing Kingsbury was smoldering away. About the only thing I really had going for me was that I wasn't the 5th rider off like I was last time, which quickly had me out in front with no one to chase down. I was 27th off yesterday, hopefully supplying me with more people to catch, although certainly not guaranteed with my level, no, trough of fitness.

One unfortunate feature of Kingsbury is that all the free speed opportunities are at the bottom, dictating that those periods of high effort can't be saved for later in the climb (the steepest section is the top, too). Yesterday was only my 3rd time up Kingsbury, and I'm not familiar enough with it to gauge how well my climb is going based on intermediate times or speeds. All I could do was go hard and use riders in front of me for motivation!

My jersey was wide open within the first few minutes, which allowed my heart more room to fervently plan its gleeful escape from my chest. I pushed hard for the free speed sections and kept the effort pretty much pinned everywhere else. I could feel the strength emigrating from my legs to the land of distant memories after about 20 minutes, but it was at least passing through the realm of proper pacing on its way out. (Translation: I hadn't gone too big too early.)

I watched my time from last September tick by with a few hundred meters left to go, and crossed the line about exactly 2 minutes slower (40:18 vs. 38:16). Really no surprise at all, but still disappointing. I'd also say that my effort was higher this time around (if such a thing is possible), as I went a little fuzzy and had to lie down in the shade for a bit.

Last time, Speedy Li'l Max took 3 minutes out of the course record for 35-flat, but he was nowhere to be found yesterday. However, this dude (executive summary: pro rider, "Specialty: Climbing") showed up and took another 2 minutes out of the record, resetting it at an astounding 32:59 and averaging well over 14mph up the 6.1% grade.

Also notable was the dude Alan I mentioned last time, looking trimmer yet, who I don't think had exactly the day he wanted but was still 2 minutes faster than September. Huge props to him for persevering and making the commitment to improve his life.

Therapeutic visits to both frigid Tahoe and delectable In 'n Out followed.

I'll post more soon that includes some photos from the stuff that's made me a stranger to the bike lately ;).

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Scooter Madness

A neat project I've been working on for a while has been these cool aftermarket pipes for scooter racing (think Vespa on steroids, including wheelies).

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Bits and pieces, thank goodness for Solidworks

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Tight tolerances

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Finished product

If you happen to be a scooter enthusiast or would just like to browse around, check out 226vintage.com (link includes video of a pretty rowdy scooter).

In other news, I'm mostly recovered from my little bike crash and can ride and run with no problems. Still can't swim due to some bruised bones in my elbow, and that sucks.

On that note, time to get back into some dizzying Solidworks "fun."

&%$#*@ Moon

Here's a picture of the moon:

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Yay

It's not exactly a secret, but the moon is a pain to expose properly. Moving on...

Aces Game

I like to keep things chronological in my cozy corner of the internet, but a mild backlog of photos paired with a fair amount of actual work (still need LOADS more, though, if any of you need engineering work done...) have put me over a week in arrears as far as this baseball game is concerned. Anywho...

It's been a long time since there's been baseball in Reno, but the Aces and their brand new ballpark just started the season on the east side of downtown.

We got some stunning seats for the second game in the ballpark (Thanks Frank!) and watched the Aces lose to the Salt Lake City Bees, although they did put up a good fight. We saw the first-ever home run in the park, the first-ever grand slam in the park (both by the Aces, fortunately), and the first time the Aces lost at home (probably Ethel's fault for not cheering on the home team enough).

Our great seats (second row behind the visitors' dugout) made for good shooting opportunities, although a faster lens sure would've been nice. A notable feature of the park is that it's small enough to walk around and check out from many angles, and that it fronts on both the river and the train trench. I like the location.

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Check swing

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Nearing release

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Mid-swing

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Aces' logo on the dugout

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That's a strike

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Feeble hit but on the proper side of the line

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Light cluster

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Throwing to second base

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Fastball

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Caught lookin'

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Downtime at first base

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The action from right field

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Ethel, at the instant (look close!) that the first grand slam in park history was hit (totally planned it)

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Centerfielder

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A pitch as seen from the deep outfield

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Scoreboard after the grand slam

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Bottom of the ninth, hope fading

I really hope that this park succeeds, as it's good wholesome fun, accessible, and affordable. We'll see after the shine of being novel and new wears off!

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