We could barely see each other from 30 feet away, but the entire group of fifteen couldn’t have been more thankful. We were finally sheltered, however partially, from the cutting wind and the cloud moisture that would freeze to our eyelashes or exposed hair or just about anything fibrous. It was 7:22 am and we were standing in the summit crater of Mt. Rainier.
Eighteen members of our team left the comparative comfort of Camp Muir at one o’clock that morning. We had already stuck it out through some severe lighting storms that had almost completely shut down climbing operations. Only a handful of climbers went up the mountain the night before, and they left late– much later than normal.Read More at Shout Lifestyle Magazine