A few more photos from a local climb here yesterday. Too much to do here to sit around on your days off, so I went and climbed fireweed mountain. It's the closest peak to my tarp and it's been taunting me for a while.
The climb up involved about two thousand vertical feet of bush whacking. I'm hoping it's good training for South America, because if dense alder, bears and swarms of Mosquitos don't count for experience, I don't know what does.
After shouting into the brush to run the bears off for three hours you finally get to some open ridge line.
Another three thousand vertical of whacky ridge line and dinner plate scree takes you closer to the top.
But no matter how beat down you get in Alaska, she will always make up for it with views from the top.