tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11534531439482429252024-02-20T20:30:49.358-08:00DenaliAlaska, US<br>20,320 feet (6,194 m)<br>June 2012 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16104915220953575569noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153453143948242925.post-6158260662372775652014-12-21T18:20:00.001-08:002015-01-04T17:55:08.690-08:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Denali (Mt. McKinley) summit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">June 10 - 30, 2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've been fortunate to travel to Alaska several times, and each time I would twist my head sideways in the airplane hoping to catch a glimpse of "The High One". Usually it eluded me, but I clearly remember standing outside of <a href="http://www.alaskatravel.com/talkeetna/">Talkeetna</a> and quietly deciding that I would attempt to climb <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_McKinley">Denali </a>one day. I also remember, about a year later casually mentioning my plans to a sourdough while watching the Iditarod. He squinted at me beneath bushy eyebrows and said "Do you know what we call <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/cheechako">cheechakos</a> who try to climb that mountain?" I could feel myself shrinking backward, like I'd just stepped too far into a frozen lake. I blinked hard and told him that I didn't. "News!" he said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Summitting Denali has always been a significant personal goal for me. It motivates me to attempt a more technical climb and to test my fortitude in extreme circumstances. Success on Denali also requires moving a lot of weight up and down the mountain, and I'm excited to test my physical ability and training regimen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This site outlines my training plans, time on the mountain climbing the west buttress route, and what I learned while on the mountain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Enjoy!</span><br />
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