tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356356222024-03-13T03:47:26.265-07:00Highpointing Adventures with Your Guide, BrianMy attempt to reach the highest apex in each of the 50 United States of AmericaBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160195800644907002015-09-06T18:45:00.000-07:002015-09-07T10:12:20.443-07:0018 of 50, over a 1/3 of the way done<div style="text-align: center;">
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I like maps. When I get a new map, I eagerly open it up and peruse its content. My wife thinks I'm a little crazy and she might be right. But, I love the idea that this map represents a nook on our vast planet earth. A nook that was fashioned by God waiting to be explored if one be so inclined. This highpointing adventure idea is one way in which I can combine my love for exploration and maps and my love for God. It is a chance for me to visit a part of His creation, to discover the beauty of it and in doing so to behold the greater beauty of the one who holds it together.<br />
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Whether I glimpse a setting sun, fill my lungs with crisp October air, or sit quietly on an empty mountaintop, I know it is the Lord who made it and governs it all. The creation is a reflection of His greatness and I am thankful that He has given me an opportunity to partake in it. What a gift!<br />
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Will I ever really have the time to get to the top of all fifty states? Only God knows. But even if I don't, there is always the new heavens and earth that awaits exploration. For now, however, onwards and upwards.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">List of Completed Highpoints</span><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/britton-hill-fl.html"><br /></a><a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/britton-hill-fl.html">#1, Britton Hill, FL, 345 ft, 5-26-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/woodall-mtn-ms.html">#2, Woodall Mtn, MS, 806 ft, 5-27-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheaha-mountain-al.html">#3, Cheaha Mtn, AL, 2407 ft, 5-29-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/mt-whitney-ca.html">#4, Mt. Whitney, CA, 14494 ft, 9-24-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/boundary-peak-nv.html">#5, Boundary Peak, NV, 13143 ft, 9-25-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2006/12/spruce-knob-wv.html">#6, Spruce Knob, WV, 4863 ft, 12-19-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2007/01/mt-rogers-va.html">#7, Mt. Rogers, VA, 5729 ft, 12-29-06</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2007/03/reno-resevoir-washington-dc.html">EC, Reno Reservoir, Washington DC, 429 ft, 3-29-07</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ebright-azimuth-de.html">#8, Ebright Azimuth, DE, 442 ft, 5-22-09</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/mt-washington-nh.html">#9, Mt. Washington, NH, 6288 ft, 5-24-09</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/jerimoth-hill-ri.html">#10, Jerimoth Hill, RI, 812 ft, 5-25-09</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2012/04/campbell-hill-oh.html">#11, Campbell Hill, OH, 1549 ft, 4-3-12</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2012/04/hoosier-hill-in.html">#12, Hoosier Hill, IN, 1257 ft, 4-5-12</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2013/06/high-point-nj.html">#13, High Point, NJ, 1803 ft, 6-10-13</a> <br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2013/06/mount-frissell-south-slope-ct.html">#14, Mount Frissell (south slope), CT, 2372 ft, 6-13-2013</a> <br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2013/06/mount-greylock-ma.html">#15, Mount Greylock, MA, 3491 ft, 6-13-2013</a> <br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2013/11/sassafras-mountain-sc.html">#16, Sassafras Mountain, SC, 3553 ft, 11-10-2013</a> <br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2014/08/clingmans-dome-tn.html">#17, Clingman's Dome, TN, 6643 ft, 8-13-14</a><br />
<a href="http://climbinghighwithbrian.blogspot.com/2015/06/mt-hood-or.html">#18, Mt. Hood, OR, 11240 ft, 6-3-15</a><br />
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Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-64200805672104595312015-06-03T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-07T10:09:07.917-07:00Mt. Hood, ORHighpoint #18<br />
11240 feet ASL<br />
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My wife and I headed to Seattle, WA to witness the marriage of a mutual college friend. At the reception I caught my first glimpse of Mt. Rainer...majestic. While Rainer wasn't planned for this trip, it did get me excited for Mt. Hood, which I would attempt in a few days. <br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wx7vz49Kn9s/Ve3AxCtnmQI/AAAAAAAA0k4/Qv30B3KSvFE/s1600/IMG_1661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wx7vz49Kn9s/Ve3AxCtnmQI/AAAAAAAA0k4/Qv30B3KSvFE/s200/IMG_1661.jpg" width="200" /></a>After the wedding, we headed down to Portland, OR, where I picked up my boots, crampons, ice axe and helmet. Then it was over to Rhododendron, OR, at the foot of Mt. Hood, where we had booked a fun cabin on AirBnB. Unfortunately, we arrived to a stationary front with lots of cloud and light drizzle at the foot of the mountain, but what would the summit be like? I met my guide, Aaron Hartz, with Timberline Mountain Guides. His first news wasn't good. Chair lift up the first half of the mountain was closed due to high winds and low visibility. Our original plan to go up and work on skills and then camp on mountain would have to change. We decided to work on our skills on a lower section of the mountain and then meet at the trailhead at midnight to attempt summit from the lodge.<br />
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My family took a detour from the normal summer beach trip. Instead, we were off to mountains of Tennessee. We stayed in a cabin in Gatlinburg and got a taste of a truly touristy town, although I hear Pigeon Forge is even more <strike>touristy</strike> worse. We did border Smokey National Park, with numerous hiking trails and waterfalls to explore, including the summit of the great state of Tennessee, which made the trip worth it. <br />
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I warmed up the day with a hike of Mt. LeConte. My little sis joined me on this hike with over 2500 ft of elevation gain. We didn't have plans to stay in the summit lodge, but saw this neat little community and enjoyed the respite at the top. <br />
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<a href="https://www.gaiagps.com/datasummary/track/425c5837-56ec-4292-9598-45542e9c1b43/">Mt LeConte GPS info</a><br />
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Later in the day, the entire family packed into our cars and headed to the highpoint of Tennessee. The gang included my wife and two kids, my brother-in-law and sister and their kids, and my mom and dad. <br />
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We were back in our cars and headed to a much needed all you can eat dinner at the Cataloochee Ranch. <br />
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3553 feet ASL<br />
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A quick detour hike with my wife on our return trip home from the MTW conference in Greenville, SC. The drive to the hike gave my wife a bit of car sickness, but we arrived for a quick hoof up to the summit. <br />
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Since EveryTrail is on the fritz, here is the GPS track date from Gaia GPS. <br />
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Earlier in the day I bagged the highpoint of CT, now I was headed toward Mount Greylock. I was cold, wet, and tired from the 5+ mile hike. I was glad this turned out to be a walk instead of a hike. If the weather was better, I would have enjoyed a hike, but as it was with the cold, clouds, wind, and pelting rain it was better to check this one off the list. Here is a video. <br />
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This was the second day of bagging 3 planned state highpoints (NJ, CT, and MA) during a summer vacation 2013 trip to Providence, RI. A few day earlier on the way up to Providence, I bagged NJ with the family. Today, I was solo, leaving from Providence to hit up CT and MA and return back to Providence. There was heavy rain in the forecast and even severe a bit to the west and south of where I was headed. I was up early trying to edge out the rain at my destination. Only drizzle at the trailhead, although the actual trail was a lake from previous rains. I tried in vain to walk on the edge of the trail and stay dry, but soon I embraced the wet, there was no other choice<br />
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The highpoint of CT is interesting in that the highest point in the state is not the summit of a mountain, but rather on the side of the mountain, whose summit lies across the state line in MA. My route took me to the summit of Mount Frissell, but it was a few hundred yards down the mountain to the actual highpoint of CT. The log register at the summit of Mount Frissell explains the matter. <br />
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It was at the highpoint of CT that the rain caught up with me. From here on out, I would be wet and cold. But the highpoint (not summit) of CT was mine. <br />
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To complete the loop, there was another interesting marker, a tri-state point. This is a place where the borders of three states converge. In this case, CT, MA, and NY. CT must not have gotten the memo when the stone monument was being hewn because the CT designation was written in Sharpie, really CT. <br />
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I completed the loop and was back in my car heading to Mount Greylock, highest point in MA. <br />
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<a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=2303602">Mount Frissel slope (highpoint of Connecticut)</a></h2>
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1803 ft ASL<br />
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I've never had fond memories of NJ. My experiences with this state primarily consist of driving through the state on the NJ Turnpike, paying usury-like tolls, and for my viewing pleasure: industrial smokestack vistas. The moniker "armpit state" has rung true with me. <br />
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But hey, this was a great opportunity for me to rethink NJ, to give it a second chance looking down from its highest peak. The Whited clan first had to get there and also needed a reason. We were headed from Roanoke en route to Providence, RI for a week of summer vacation with some dear friends. We stopped for the night in Scranton, PA. We were paying homage to The Office, which had just weeks earlier had its series finale. My wife and I loved this show, it was our first "together as a couple show." We were faithful to watch and laugh through every episode of its 9 seasons. After our ode to The Office, we were a few hours drive to High Point State Park and only a short detour off our main path. <br />
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As I mentioned, New Jersey had a lot of work to do to change my perception of the state. Unfortunately, the weather was not on New Jersey's side. It was cold and rainy as we approached the park's entrance. I knew there was a fee to enter, but I was hoping on this treacherous day the fee might be waived because who comes to a park to swim in the lake or have a picnic, or hike on such a day as this. "$10 please for out of state residents." Seriously, I thought. My wife looks at me, her face speaking "Why are we here?" Well, because, I have a weird hobby and it would be more expensive if I had to come here on another day with the gas and all. I'm just thankful we didn't come a day earlier when the fee is $20 for non-residents on a weekend. Ridiculous. We drove past the lake, that no one was swimming in and where lifeguards are busy playing cards in the guardhouse making easy money. (I was once a lifeguard and we lived for days like these, no thunder or lightning, so we can't close, but really who is going to swim.) We drove to the parking lot, where a sign instructed us: handicapped vehicles can drive up the last quarter mile, but all others vehicles must park and occupants hoof it. I just paid $10, I'm going to use all of your road thank-you. Past the sign we drove. My wife snapped my picture from inside the car as the wind and rain pelted me in the face. My wife was not getting out of the car. I don't blame her. My kids were not going to either, but after telling them it would be an adventure, they bagged the highpoint with their dad. <br />
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So, I'm glad to have bagged this highpoint. And in a way, going this route, actually saved me from the NJ Turnpike and its tolls, which was nice. But do I still think NJ lives up to the aforementioned "armpit state." Why, yes, I do. <br />
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Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-20689171915570866042012-04-05T18:06:00.000-07:002013-03-17T18:21:16.074-07:00Hoosier Hill, INHighpoint #12<br />
1257 feet ASL<br />
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One of the easier highpoints. Hoosier Hill sits on private property,
but the landowners are gracious to allow public access. The most memorable moment of this highpoint was the drive
to it on Route 227. The road has plenty of hills and dips
to tickle your tummy. We also thought the trail around the highpoint
was epic. <br />
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Our friends from Richmond, Indiana accompanied us on this epic journey and officially knocked off their first highpoint. <br />
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I also discovered that Nessie from Loch Ness is a frequent visitor to Hoosier Hill. Check just to the west on the satellite photo below and see if you can spot her. <br />
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<a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=1529733">Hoosier Hill (Highpoint of Indiana)</a></h2>
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1549 feet ASL<br />
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This highpoint was a family affair. The Whited family jumped into a cozy, fuel efficient car (Brian's description--cramped and trunkless is how Krisha remembers it) and headed for Richmond, Indiana to visit some good friends that left us in Roanoke for the greener hills--ahem--I mean golden, flat cornfields of the Midwest. This highpoint was an hour detour that Brian could not pass up. <br />
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We arrived in fading sunlight. The highpoint sits on a vocational school. It was open and we drove mere steps away from the highpoint of Ohio. There was a trail register, interesting signs, and benchmarks that Brian enjoyed. There was a field for the kiddos to stretch their legs. Krisha enjoyed the view. <br />
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It was a short visit and then we were back on the road to Richmond. Thanks, Ohio. <br />
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<a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=1530020">Campbell Hill (Highpoint of Ohio)</a></h2>
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Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-26628141339061811882009-05-25T21:35:00.000-07:002009-11-01T21:00:07.178-08:00Jerimoth Hill, RIHighpoint #10<br />812 feet ASL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5k7JFTTTI/AAAAAAAADR4/pH7FDSqqriQ/s1600-h/DSCF5171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5k7JFTTTI/AAAAAAAADR4/pH7FDSqqriQ/s200/DSCF5171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363970477018418" /></a><br /><br />I grabbed this highpoint on the way back from my cousin's wedding in New Hampshire. There had previously been access issues with this highpoint, but no longer. A well-groomed short trail leads to the highpoint of Rhode Island. Very little elevation gain makes for an easy hike. Just make sure you visit between 8am and 4pm. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5k8vPw7jI/AAAAAAAADSA/vfP_hCfRvSU/s1600-h/DSCF5174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5k8vPw7jI/AAAAAAAADSA/vfP_hCfRvSU/s200/DSCF5174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363997901319730" /></a><br /><br />There are several benchmarks along the short trail as well that some might be interesting in finding. 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Washington, NHHighpoint #9<br />6288 feet ASL<br /><br />As I mentioned in my last post, my cousin was getting married, so I was up in New Hampshire for the wedding. The day after the wedding was a free day to see the area. I had no plans to knock the highpoint of New Hampshire off the list. My aunt and uncle, however, had friends in the area. These friends enjoyed hiking the New Hampshire Mountains and suggested that we go see Mt. Washington. How I could I say no. So, several members of my family made the car ride to the base of Mount Washington. My aunt and uncle, their friends, my mom and dad, my unmarried sister, and my married sister and her husband and baby all made the trip. <br /><br />There are several ways to summit Mt. Washington, by foot, car, touring van, or cog railway. A hike was out of the question due to time constraints. I would have been up for driving the car, but several in our group thought the guided van would be safer. The cog railway would have been fun, but it was on the other side of the mountain and a quite a bit more expensive. Our tour guide was very professional and gave an insightful look into the history of Mt. Washington on the way up. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X4NxZ8lI/AAAAAAAADRg/LsIZTJGFPc4/s1600-h/DSCF5086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X4NxZ8lI/AAAAAAAADRg/LsIZTJGFPc4/s200/DSCF5086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349626544976466" /></a><br /><br />As the picture above indicates, the bottom of Mt. Washington was quite pleasant. Mid 70s, my toes were feeling quite comfortable in my Chacos. The top of the mountain was quite a different experience. Mt. Washington is known for having the highest recorded land wind speed at 231 mph, recorded in the 1930s. While the wind speeds were not that extreme, the winds at the top of my visit were around 50-60 mph with temperatures below freezing. My toes did not appreciate the visit. I think my sister's new child was not that appreciative either, but they did keep him in the summit house for most of the visit to the top. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X4hvKUvI/AAAAAAAADRo/CGLicfdbiXw/s1600-h/DSCF5104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X4hvKUvI/AAAAAAAADRo/CGLicfdbiXw/s200/DSCF5104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349631904273138" /></a><br /><br />There was about 20 more vertical feet to touch the actual summit. One would think this would not be difficult, but with the wind and cold, it was more difficult than planned. Several times, I almost slipped on the cold damp rocks. Nevertheless, a very extreme and fun mountain. I hope to get the opportunity to hike it some day. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X424LiCI/AAAAAAAADRw/97uOccUjkhk/s1600-h/DSCF5110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5X424LiCI/AAAAAAAADRw/97uOccUjkhk/s200/DSCF5110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349637579245602" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=225111">New Hampshire State Highpoint - Mt. Washington via the Auto Road at EveryTrail</a><br><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=225111&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br>Map created by EveryTrail: <a href="http://www.everytrail.com">GPS Trail Maps</a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-79817383783609111262009-05-22T18:30:00.000-07:002009-11-01T19:36:19.053-08:00Ebright Azimuth - DEHighpoint #8<br />442 feet ASL<br /><br />My eclectic cousin was getting married in New Hampshire, which meant a road trip up to the wedding with my family. I've gotten my dad and to a lesser degree my mom interested in highpointing, so it was easy to convince them to stop and bag a few along the way, especially since the Delaware and Rhode Island highpoints are relatively close off of I-95. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PUQR2u3I/AAAAAAAADRI/SEMFkneSwuw/s1600-h/DSCF5047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PUQR2u3I/AAAAAAAADRI/SEMFkneSwuw/s200/DSCF5047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340212649638770" /></a><br /><br />Ebright does not require any significant elevation gain. The summit is basically a residential neighborhood and field. My family and I took an obligatory picture at a sign locating the area. As we were at the sign, a local came out and greeted us. I don't remember the ladies name, but she has effectively adopted the highpoint as her own. She will provide you with a friendly smile and local history about the area and the highpoint. Friendly indeed. She also told us how the actual highpoint is disputed. I did not feel compelled to walk the entire area in a grid fashion, but I did walk around to some of the more interesting points. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PUw6TeCI/AAAAAAAADRQ/yxeTnhX8tss/s1600-h/DSCF5051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PUw6TeCI/AAAAAAAADRQ/yxeTnhX8tss/s200/DSCF5051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340221409228834" /></a><br /><br />There are two benchmarks that I was able to locate. The state line between Pennsylvania and Delaware is also nearby. There is also an 1892 survey boundary marker in the area. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PVdyr-mI/AAAAAAAADRY/ASwhgcNg5cQ/s1600-h/DSCF5062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Su5PVdyr-mI/AAAAAAAADRY/ASwhgcNg5cQ/s200/DSCF5062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340233456876130" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=225103">Delaware State Highpoint - Ebright Azimuth at EveryTrail</a><br><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=225103&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br>Map created by EveryTrail: <a href="http://www.everytrail.com">Geotagging Community</a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-91990665182002075352007-03-29T16:00:00.000-07:002007-10-15T14:58:47.191-07:00Reno Reservoir, Washington DCHighpoint Extra Credit<br />429 feet ASL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpnQTJSDdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LyTtfXOb9yo/s1600-h/reno+resevoir+(7).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpnQTJSDdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LyTtfXOb9yo/s200/reno+resevoir+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051463461764206034" /></a>This was a highpoint of opportunity. I was on Spring Break/Reading Week at RTS. I decided to take a few days and visit Fredericksburg to see my parents and play in a reunion ultimate frisbee tournament with the JMU Hellfish.<br /><br />I flew into Washington Dulles and my newly married sister picked me up from the airport. I had about 4 hours to kill until my dad would pick me up to take me to Fredericksburg. I asked my sister to drop me off at the Metro station before she headed off to work.<br /><br />I bought my $6.50 Metro Day Pass and was on my way. I first headed over to Arlington Cemetery. There I was able to see the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, a new memorial for the victims of the 9/11 attack on the Pentagon, and my grandmother's grave.<br /><br />After Arlington Cemetery, I jumped back on the Metro and a few station hops later, I exited the Red Line - Tenleytown Stop, a mere quarter mile from the highpoint of Washington, DC. The hike to the highpoint was second in difficulty only to Florida's highpoint. I think the hardest point was coming out of the Metro Station, which is one of the deepest I've been in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpnQDJSDcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kYKXf4CT0yI/s1600-h/reno+resevoir+(4).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpnQDJSDcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kYKXf4CT0yI/s200/reno+resevoir+(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051463457469238722" /></a>The actual highpoint was disappointing. I had read that the highpoint was maintained by the National Park Service and some of the buildings on the property may be. But the property was occupied by the Washington DC water and sewer authority, hence the name Reno Reservoir. Unfortunately, the property is enclosed by fence and barbed wire with numerous no trespassing signs. There were a few older buildings that I wish I could have entered, but alas, that was not the case. So, I walked the perimeter of the fence and considered the highpoint complete.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GPS Data</span><br /><ul><li>You can download the Google Earth Track file (.kmz) of my hike around Reno Reservoir <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/0b9b4981-63c4-4b9d-89c1-3c35a48ecde8/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li><li>You can download the GPS Track file (.gpx) of the hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/a454434c-ba01-466a-bbee-7ac07f9b627a/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li></ul>(Note: To download the file, left click on the link and follow the instructions. Right clicking and pressing save as didn't work for me.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Video of Summit</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fEKoO-QW2so"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fEKoO-QW2so" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Route</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpxVTJSDfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kS9pyWK6nX0/s1600-h/My+Hike+-+Reno+Reservoir.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RhpxVTJSDfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kS9pyWK6nX0/s400/My+Hike+-+Reno+Reservoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051474542779829746" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=5235">Fort Reno, Washington, DC at EveryTrail</a><br /><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=5235&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Map</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Rhp0GTJSDgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RsPebMpyMOs/s1600-h/Topo+24+K+-+Reno+Reservoir.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Rhp0GTJSDgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RsPebMpyMOs/s200/Topo+24+K+-+Reno+Reservoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051477583616675330" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-67110249892461169362006-12-29T11:48:00.000-08:002007-10-11T09:26:33.928-07:00Mt. Rogers, VA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oOdOpTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O0qLIk5QYho/s1600-h/xmas+06+069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oOdOpTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O0qLIk5QYho/s200/xmas+06+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021854024686544178" border="0" /></a>Highpoint #7<br />5,729 feet ASL<br /><br />It was time to knock off the highpoint for what I consider to be my home state. My wife and I were in Roanoke visiting her family. Mt. Rogers was only three hours away, so I found a day to go and left at 6:30am. Unfortunately, I used Google directions to get there. (While I usually am aptly pleased with Google products, their map directions still could use some work.) Their directions took me past the main entrance of Grayson State Park and up a gravel road that eventually led to a four wheel drive road with no trespassing signs. I decided to turn around and go back to the entrance of Grayson State Park, which I knew would lead me to the trailhead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oedOpUI/AAAAAAAAACA/aZgOoqTR__8/s1600-h/xmas+06+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oedOpUI/AAAAAAAAACA/aZgOoqTR__8/s200/xmas+06+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021854028981511490" border="0" /></a>I was pretty upset with myself that I didn't originally pull into the State Park, thereby losing the extra time, but I regress. Once inside the State Park, I paid the $2 parking fee and pushed on to the parking lot. I had one last hill to climb before the parking lot when I discovered that the road, which had turned from black to white, was more slippery than I had first thought. As I neared the top, my momentum seized coming to rest on a slick icy incline. Thankfully, a ranger came up behind me and guided me back down safely. But this set back would mean an even longer hike, about an extra 1/2 mile each way. I thought I would really be pushing the time I needed to get back now. Nevertheless, I decided to try and set off at a pretty good clip.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE8O-dOpYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YASA2It9kG8/s1600-h/xmas+06+111.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE8O-dOpYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YASA2It9kG8/s200/xmas+06+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021861287476241794" border="0" /></a>I started up the 1/2 mile of road and into the hike. Almost immediately after leaving the road, I came across some wild ponies that roam the Grayson meadows. They were not shy at all, allowing me to come up and touch them. My time bonding with the horses was short-lived, however, as time was of the essence. I pushed on and was truly blessed by the scenery of the hike. The open meadows and bald rock tops were very picturesque.<br /><br />The elevation gain of the hike was moderate. The biggest challenge I faced was wet trail conditions. Melting snow had made trail soggy in many places. By the end of the hike, my feet and pants were wet and muddy. It was, however, an absolutely gorgeous day. The air was crisp, the temperature was perfect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1pOdOpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/YucWYbh45dc/s1600-h/xmas+06+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1pOdOpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/YucWYbh45dc/s200/xmas+06+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021854041866413426" border="0" /></a>I laughed at this toilet I came across near the top. This toilet was closed, another one could be found a little ways a way. I just didn't realize the Forest Service could be so blunt. After my little chuckle, I pushed to cover the last little bit of hike. The final push brought me into the land of Narnia. I entered a spruce forest, which was blanketed with 2 inches of snow. I passed rocks laden with icicles and ice steps. It was a perfect prelude to the summit. The actual summit is nothing special, it is covered with trees and there is no vista. But besides this one minor detail, the hike as a whole is one of the best I have been on. I would highly recommend my state's highpoint and consider one of the prettiest I've seen yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDbiOdOpnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b9FjW30-e6g/s1600-h/xmas+06+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDbiOdOpnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b9FjW30-e6g/s200/xmas+06+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026258565188200050" border="0" /></a>I took a slightly different way on the way back. Unfortunately, I missed my turn. By the time I realized it, the most direct route back to my trail was through a densely packed azalea grove. There were some horse/deer tracks, so I decided to take the direct route. Thankfully, after 30 minutes of ducking and moving through the grove, I emerged onto the main train and was back on track.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1o-dOpWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kQjkUqo7hQY/s1600-h/xmas+06+089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1o-dOpWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kQjkUqo7hQY/s200/xmas+06+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021854037571446114" border="0" /></a>Near the end of my hike, I thought about mounting one of the wild ponies. I was definitely weary from the quick pace I was keeping. But wisdom got the best of me and I finished on my own two legs. I jumped in the car and was back on my way home, another grand adventure completed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oudOpVI/AAAAAAAAACI/4opby6-sa_U/s1600-h/xmas+06+094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE1oudOpVI/AAAAAAAAACI/4opby6-sa_U/s200/xmas+06+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021854033276478802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GPS Data</span><br /><ul><li>You can download a set of waypoints of a Mt. Rogers hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6231ced5-b806-4043-87af-73c5e6b97724">here.</a> (Note: This route is different that the one I took.)<br /></li><li>You can download the Google Earth Track file (.kmz) of my Mt. Rogers hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/ac7111ec-d012-418c-8cea-ba29eed7105a/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li><li>You can download the GPS Trackpoint file (.gpx) of the hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/151cc166-8e2c-4310-9c28-4d825624f0cd/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li></ul>(Note: To download the file, left click on the link and follow the instructions. Right clicking and pressing save as didn't work for me.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Video of Summit</span><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvUV_kMijis"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvUV_kMijis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Route</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDTFudOpmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KvLZ3NSny5M/s1600-h/My+Route+up+Mt+Rogers+-+Altitude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDTFudOpmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KvLZ3NSny5M/s400/My+Route+up+Mt+Rogers+-+Altitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026249279468906082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=5087"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mt. Rogers Hike at EveryTrail</span></a><br /><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=5087&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Elevation Profile</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE8U-dOpZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BZ2CgRzfrV8/s1600-h/Mt+Rogers+-+Altitude+Profile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbE8U-dOpZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BZ2CgRzfrV8/s400/Mt+Rogers+-+Altitude+Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021861390555456914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Maps</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDHq-dOpiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MyTlkgnKtxg/s1600-h/Mt+Rogers+Topo+100K.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDHq-dOpiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MyTlkgnKtxg/s200/Mt+Rogers+Topo+100K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026236725279499810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDHredOpjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4mbbQ76kWhk/s1600-h/Mt+Rogers+Topo+24K.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDHredOpjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4mbbQ76kWhk/s200/Mt+Rogers+Topo+24K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026236733869434418" border="0" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-82203099579698664602006-12-19T11:23:00.000-08:002007-10-15T14:46:31.815-07:00Spruce Knob, WVHighpoint #6<br />4,863 ASL<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Ra_km-dOpQI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZJ0YPe-jjL0/s1600-h/xmas+06+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Ra_km-dOpQI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZJ0YPe-jjL0/s200/xmas+06+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021483467793147138" border="0" /></a><br />With my second year of seminary completed, my wife and I made plans to visit home, sweet, home in Good Ole Virginia for the holiday season. Being up there, I thought I would make the most of the trip and visit some highpoints.<br /><br />Zoe and I got to Virginia first. We drove up with a family from our church bible study. They both had room in their van and were going to the exact place (Harrisonburg) I was going. It was honestly a great blessing from the Lord. So, we arrived in Harrisonburg and I had a few days to visit friends I hadn't seen in a long while. This was great, but Zoe and I had a taste for going high. The highpoint of West Virginia was only an 1 hour and 45 minutes away and we had a car that some other wonderful friends had let us borrow. So, we were off. The drive was very smooth and energy efficient as we traveled in a new Honda hybrid.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Ra_knOdOpRI/AAAAAAAAABc/Albt1TGSnnU/s1600-h/xmas+06+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/Ra_knOdOpRI/AAAAAAAAABc/Albt1TGSnnU/s200/xmas+06+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021483472088114450" border="0" /></a>The road to the top of the mountain was very good. Most of it was newly paved. The very top of the drive was packed/groomed dirt. There is a very short hike, once you reach the parking lot at the top of the mountain. It was cold and windy, the car's thermometer reading in the low-30s. But for December at 4,000 feet plus, this was not bad at all. Zoe and I went down the short path to a stone summit tower. We climbed the stairs and beheld the view. It was very clear and there is a great 360 degree view.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbU0U-dOpaI/AAAAAAAAADM/B4mVh4CdF8Y/s1600-h/xmas+06+041.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbU0U-dOpaI/AAAAAAAAADM/B4mVh4CdF8Y/s200/xmas+06+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022978494369277346" /></a>There were also two cavers that were behind us. We made some small talk. They indicated that the caves were warmer than up here. After a few pictures, Zoe and I found one of the NGS markers. We then followed the 1/2 mile circuit trail around the summit back to the parking lot and headed home.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">GPS Data</span><br /><ul><li>You can download the Google Earth Track file (.kmz) of my drive from Harrisonburg to Spruce Knob <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/ddf72d2c-4e4f-4383-b11c-05022d071a2c">here.</a></li><li>You can download the GPS Trackpoint file (.gpx) of the drive <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/ad076508-6a35-4879-acd0-961cd05d7721/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li><li>You can download a waypoint file (.gpx) of the Mt. Rogers Route <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6d4ee7ae-0dac-4fa1-9ce9-2321a22f4927http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6231ced5-b806-4043-87af-73c5e6b97724/?action=forceDL">here.</a></li></ul> (Note: To download the file, left click on the link and follow the instructions. Right clicking and pressing save as didn't work for me.)<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">My Route</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDfeudOpoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mXyfbFkFlsQ/s1600-h/Mt+Route+up+Spruce+in+Car+-+Altitude.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDfeudOpoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mXyfbFkFlsQ/s400/Mt+Route+up+Spruce+in+Car+-+Altitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026262903105169026" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=5244">Spruce Mountain, West Virginia at EveryTrail</a><br /><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=5244&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Elevation Profile</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbEw0edOpSI/AAAAAAAAABs/M_nDJJ0KzQo/s1600-h/Harrisonburg+to+Spruce+Knob+Altitude+Profile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RbEw0edOpSI/AAAAAAAAABs/M_nDJJ0KzQo/s400/Harrisonburg+to+Spruce+Knob+Altitude+Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021848737581802786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Topo Maps</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDLKudOpkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QDS4eNLqnbE/s1600-h/Spruce+Knob+Topo+100K.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDLKudOpkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QDS4eNLqnbE/s200/Spruce+Knob+Topo+100K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026240569275229762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDLLudOplI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iMj4HsLUqAg/s1600-h/Spruce+Knob+Topo+24K.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDLLudOplI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iMj4HsLUqAg/s200/Spruce+Knob+Topo+24K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026240586455098962" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160203210398523382006-09-25T23:39:00.000-07:002007-10-11T09:46:47.638-07:00Boundary Peak, NV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDh-OdOppI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WJcbeMvRlvY/s1600-h/Boundary+360.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDh-OdOppI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WJcbeMvRlvY/s400/Boundary+360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026265643294303890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDj3udOpqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0IqaCyX-PEo/s1600-h/Whitney+and+Boundary+136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDj3udOpqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0IqaCyX-PEo/s200/Whitney+and+Boundary+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026267730648409762" border="0" /></a>Highpoint #5<br />13,143 feet ASL<br /><br />The night before my hike of Boundary Peak didn't start out as I had planned. My original plan was to come down off Mt. Whitney, drive over to Boundary Peak, spend the night camping, then wake up in the morning and hike. But altitude sickness coming down off Mt. Whitney put me in no mood to drive or camp for the night. Instead, I decided to spend the night at a motel with the four others who had summited Mt. Whitney with me that day. The was the right move, because the next morning I felt quite refreshed. I grabbed breakfast with my fellow summiters, which took longer than expected (2 hours). I was beginning to wonder whether I could even make it to Boundary Peak in time to complete the hike.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDj3-dOprI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H7TDdLTngms/s1600-h/Whitney+and+Boundary+166.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDj3-dOprI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H7TDdLTngms/s200/Whitney+and+Boundary+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026267734943377074" border="0" /></a>At 10:15, I left the motel and headed out for Boundary Peak, Nevada stopping to pick up an alarm clock and plenty of energy goo and electrolyte powder. At 11:45am, I arrived at Janie’s Ranch, the entrance to the gravel road, which takes you to the Queen Canyon Trail route. The road up to the 4 wheel drive road wasn't that bad, just very dusty. (However, if wet, it might be a different story.) By 12:10pm, I had my daypack on and started up the 4 wheel drive road to the official trail of Boundary Peak. However, when I arrived to the stated trailhead, all of the hike information had been stripped, leaving only an empty board and some posts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20146.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20146.3.jpg" border="0" /></a>My thought was that I would only complete part of the trip before having to turn around. I was completely ready to do so if the weather got to cold, or I felt tired, or sick, or if time got too late. As I went though, I realized I was making pretty good time, I felt physically great, and the weather could not have been better. The first three miles of the trip were fairly easy, with a long stretch of practically level ground. By 2:15, I had made it to Trail Canyon Saddle and the start of the real climb, which consists of scree, rocks, and more scree. I started up. I kept going and going, little bits at a time. It was hard, but definitely not impossible. I found that small steps on the scree worked well. Another technique that worked was to use the larger rocks as steps.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20148%20Boundary%201950%20BM.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20148%20Boundary%201950%20BM.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eventually, I knew there was no turning back, I could make it to the top of Boundary. The only other difficult part of the trail is trying to stay on it, especially near the top. The trail often splits into two. There are many cairns to guide you and even some painted rocks indicating the way, but even so I lost the trail several times. Eventually, you can get back on the trail by moving towards the ridgeline, but it can be tricky in parts. At 4:15pm I made it to the apex and it was beautiful. I would even say that I enjoyed this peak more than Whitney because 1) I felt better and 2) there was no one else on top. Judging by the summit register and the fact I had seen no one on the trail, I was the only one to summit today. I found a NGS survey marker at the top of this peak. The only disappointing moment was that I could not find the geocache at the top of Boundary. However, it may not exist anymore. I stayed for about 15 minutes and started down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20169%20rattlesnake%20close.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20169%20rattlesnake%20close.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>The descent is what I would call scree skiing. I was so thankful that I had gaiters, otherwise the descent would have been miserable. I made it down to Trail Canyon Saddle and picked up the pace. However, I began to get worried. I had remembered reading that this was rattlesnake country and I had seen numerous holes in this section coming up. However, I couldn't be sure they were snake holes. I thought they may have even been small rodent holes. I soon learned this was not the case. Soon after passing the saddle, I thought I saw a scaly head in one of the holes, but I couldn’t be absolutely sure. I pressed on with a little more caution. Nearing the last mile of the hike, I became certain that these were definitely snake holes. As I passed a hole, there staring at me was the distinct rattlesnake head. I quickly snapped a picture and finished the rest of the hike with full caution and worry. What if I got bit? Could I make it to the car, would I be able to drive? I did not know. Thankfully, I did make it back to the car with 0 venomous-filled puncture wounds. I arrived just before 7:10pm, as the sun was setting. A 10-mile hike with over 4000 feet of elevation gain in under 7 hours. Not bad, especially for someone who is used to breathing air at 100 ft ASL.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20172.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20172.jpg" border="0" /></a>Waiting at the car were two hikers that were going to hike Boundary the next day. I had a good conversation with them. They liked to bag 14K peaks. It got cold quickly, but I was soon in the car with the heat cranked. On the way down, I nearly hit three jack rabbits. You have to watch out for those critters.<br />I didn’t know exactly how I would make it back to the Reno airport. I could tell I was pretty worn out. I did find a small diner and ate dinner around 8:00pm. I stayed until 9:00pm trying to sleep at the table. As I headed onto Route 120, I realized this would be a good place to catch some cat naps. The road was basically deserted. I passed no more than 5 cars on over 40 miles of road. There were also several fun dips in the road you could hit going 60mph. I made it to Reno Airport by 3:00am and was safely on the flight by 6:05am. Trip successful.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GPS Data</span><br /><ul><li>You can download the Google Earth Track file (.kml) of my ascent hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/801e59fb-e5fd-4a1a-b1e3-a241e25b34ee">here.</a></li><li>You can download the GPS Trackpoint file (.gpx) of the gravel road drive and the ascent/descent <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/4a21c07f-39a3-40e6-b7d3-d5fc221d124f">here.</a></li><li>You can download a waypoint file (.gpx) of the Queen Canyon Mine Route <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6d4ee7ae-0dac-4fa1-9ce9-2321a22f4927">here.</a></li></ul> (Note: To download the file, left click on the link and follow the instructions. Right clicking and pressing save as didn't work for me.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Route</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDncudOpsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wyh6NJZ0_QM/s1600-h/My+Route+for+Boundary+Peak.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQA1AMFPzuA/RcDncudOpsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wyh6NJZ0_QM/s400/My+Route+for+Boundary+Peak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026271664838452930" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=5089"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Boundary Peak via Queen Canyon Mine Trailhead at EveryTrail</span></a><br /><iframe src="http://www.everytrail.com/iframe2.php?trip_id=5089&width=415&height=300" marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no width=415 height=300></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Elevation Profile</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Boundary%20Peak%20Elevation%20Profile.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/400/Boundary%20Peak%20Elevation%20Profile.png" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Map</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/area_map.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/area_map.4.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160203159870855542006-09-24T23:38:00.000-07:002015-05-25T21:37:54.751-07:00Mt. Whitney, CA<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20021.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Highpoint #4<br />
14,494 feet ASL<br />
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Friday, September 22 was a travel day from Orlando passing through Phoenix and finishing in Reno. My friend, Chris Winkler, who got me on the trip accompanied me. When we arrived in Reno we were given an upgrade on our car rental. We set off from the airport cruising in our aptly named PT Cruiser. The trip was pretty straight forward, Highway 395 South for 5 hours to Lone Pine, CA, the portal for Mt. Whitney. On the way there, we stopped for two Nevada geocaches right off of the road. We finally arrived in Lone Pine a few hours after dark had set in. We met most of the 11 member team at the Dow Villa motel. After a short meeting, it was time for some rest. I slept great.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20012.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt;" /></a>On Saturday, we were up and eating around 7:00am. I had some good pancakes and a lot of water at one of the local diners. We were on the trail by 9:30. The beginning section of the hike was pleasant, but Whitney looks unreachable. So small, yet so high. We took a rest at Lone Pine Lake at 11:30, where I almost ended my trip by slipping and tweaking my knee. Thankfully, I was okay to continue. By 4:30pm, we had completed the first 6.3 miles of the trip to Outpost Camp, 12,000 ft ASL.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/b_020601.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/b_020601.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>The hike to this point was manageable. The last hour was the hardest and I knew that my pace had slowed. The biggest factor for me was the elevation and lack of conditioning. While, I was out of shape, I certainly wasn't in shape, either. I had a mild headache and could tell the oxygen was thin. I set up my tent and started to prepare my MRE, however, I was only able to get the meal to a cool temperature. Nevertheless, I was hungry and the food tasted good. I also got some hot chocolate before jumping into my mummy bag. Anxiousness, no pillow, and less than my normal oxygen allowed me little sleep that night.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/b_073015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/b_073015.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>On Sunday, I was up at 4:00am and ready to go. Unfortunately, I was the only one in my group ready. So, it was back to bed. At 6:15ish, I was back up and as I emerged from my tent was greeted by a glorious sight. The first rays of morning creeped onto the monolithic Mt. Whitney face, God was painting his canvas with hues of pink and orange. After taking in the view, it was time to give the ole wag bag a use. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but I prefer my home toilet.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20073.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20073.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Only 5 of us were going to attempt the summit. Chris decided to go down with the two girls, who were giving him a ride back to the airport. Also, three others in our group did not have a good night and decided to head down for some more air. I was going to go up with Ryan, Jim, Yi, and Yao. Ryan and I headed out at 8:00 in front of the other three. The dreaded 99 switchbacks really were not that bad. Slow and steady, one by one, we knocked them. I propose the following song (sung to that famous classic 99 bottles of beer on the wall) for this section of the trail, "99 switchbacks on Mt. Whitney Trail, 99 switchbacks to go, take some steps, make a turn, 98 switchbacks on Mt. Whitney trail." We arrived at Trail Crest at 9:30. Ryan and I rested with about 15 others at this point. Eating was wretched. The clif bar I put down tasted like cardboard. Drinking wasn't that much better. After 15 minutes or so, we were up and ready to start hiking again as we saw the other three in our group arrive at Trail Crest.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20112.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20112.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt;" /></a>I expected Trail Crest to Mt. Whitney to be easier, but the trail seemed longer and I was more tired than I had imagined. I certainly got slower as Ryan and I got closer to the summit. I felt woozy, but thankfully did not have a headache. About 1/3 of a mile from the top, Ryan pushed on ahead. I kept going at a slower pace, but at 11:45, after many breaks, I made it to the summit of the 48 contiguous United States. To say that I was glad to be there would be an understatement. The top was crowded, but there was no wind and it actually felt warm. I took off my daypack and felt a little more energized. I walked around and looked for a geocache, but could not find it. I was able to grab a few photos of myself at the top, some NGS survey markers and the surrounding landscape. I also signed the summit register. A little while after I had arrived, the other three in our party joined us.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20118.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Whitney%20and%20Boundary%20118.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>I left the summit around 12:15pm still feeling okay. However, by the time I made it down to trail camp, I was hit with a tremendous headache. I really felt horrible and did all I could to pack up. It was certainly not a packing job to brag about. Eventually, Ryan and I got back on the trail. Another hiker was gracious enough to give me some electrolytes and some goo gel, which by the way is very important if you do this hike. As I continued down I began to feel much better. As it started to get dark, the other members of our group caught up. Our group decided to pick up the pace realizing that if we went a little faster we could get to McDonald’s and their yummy Big Macs before it closed. The darkness did catch up with us before we got to the bottom, so we flipped on our LED headlamps. I was starting to wonder if I would ever pick up a cell phone reception and then my voicemail ring chimed in. I gave Krisha a call and experienced the joy of talking to her. At the bottom, I got my Big Mac combo and settled into a more pleasant night at the Dow Villa Motel.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Extra Trip Items</span><br />
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<li>If you would like to view some of my other Mt. Whitney pictures, you can do so <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/BrianCWhited">here.</a></li>
<li>You can read the hiking account from another member in our group <a href="http://ryanzondervan.typepad.com/ryans_ramblings/2006/09/index.html">here.</a></li>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GPS Data</span></span><ul>
<li>You can download the Google Earth Track file (.kml) of my ascent hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6f1cb229-c0ba-4a48-a8d4-b22f37d26ec8">here.</a></li>
<li>You can download the GPS Trackpoint file (.gpx) of my ascent hike <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/c130577f-44b7-415f-b13c-1abb2f430caf">here.</a></li>
<li>You can download a waypoint file (.gpx) of the Whitney Trail <a href="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/b1180cb5-e9c0-41d5-ba06-df5d22357b1e">here.</a></li>
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(Note: To download the files, left click on the link and follow the instructions. Right clicking and pressing save as didn't work for me.)<ul>
<li>A larger set of waypoints for the Mt. Whitney Trail can be found at the following location: <a href="http://www.travelbygps.com/premium/whitney/whitney.php">Travel by GPS</a>.</li>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Route</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=5092"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mt. Whitney Trail at EveryTrail</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Elevation Profile</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Map</span><br />
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<a href="https://www.gaiagps.com/datasummary/track/0a65dd4e-d168-4471-b6ca-b31ba0a4effa/">Mt. Whitney GPS Data (GaiaGPS)</a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160203080664643802006-05-29T23:37:00.000-07:002007-01-25T06:49:46.315-08:00Cheaha Mountain, AL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Aerial%203d.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Aerial%203d.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Highpoint #3 <br />2,407 feet ASL<br /><br />Our weekend at Oak Mountain State Park with our good friends, Kim and Disco Dan Jordan was over and it was time to head back home to Orlando, FL. Instead of retracing our steps back through the highpoint of Florida, Krisha, Zoe, and I decided to go back through Cheaha Mountain in Alabama.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/DSCF1256.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/DSCF1256.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>On our way to Cheaha State Park, which contains the highpoint, the directions we had got confusing. In addition, the road signs in Alabama were very poor. Needless to say, we got lost trying to find the main road leading into the park. Several folks offered directions to get us back on the right track. I ended up going with the directions from a lady at a gas station we had stopped at. She interrupted me as I was looking at a map in her store and said she could give me better directions than the map. She was right. We were back on our way and quickly arrived to the entrace of the park. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/DSCF1258.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/DSCF1258.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>We paid the $1 entrance fee to bag this highpoint. I again got lost. The road in Cheaha State Park is circular in nature. So, I decided to do a few laps before spotting the sign pointing to the location of the highpoint. The summit was nice minus the radio towers and some parking areas that looked like they could use a repaving job. Zoe was glad to get out and stretch her legs and sniff a golden retriever at this highpoint. (I don't think the golden retriever was as excited as Zoe, judging by the retriever's growls.) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/DSCF1251.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/DSCF1251.1.jpg" border="0" /></a>There is a stone tower on the summit with several NGS survey markers. I climbed the tower on the summit, however, the views were less enjoyable. The skyline seemed to filled with a pretty thick smog. The actual highpoint appeared to be to the rear of the lookout tower. Zoe and I got a picture. After this summit, we were headed back home.<br /><br />Final trip counts included 3 highpoints (FL, MS, AL) in 4 days, 0 miles hiked, 0 feet elevation gain, 3 NGS markers, 2 times getting lost, 1 broken down car <br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Topo Map</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/04-24K%20Topo2.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/04-24K%20Topo2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160202472319659602006-05-27T23:26:00.000-07:002007-01-25T07:16:12.112-08:00Woodall Mtn, MS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Aerial%203d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Aerial%203d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Highpoint #2<br />806 feet ASL<br /><br />The plan for today was a drive-up summit of Woodall Mountain Mississippi. With the reliability of our car in question (see Florida description), our friends that we were visiting, Kim and Disco Dan Jordan, graciously offered one of their cars for my summit trip. At about 1:00pm, I left Oak Mountain State Park and headed on my way to the highpoint of Mississippi. Unfortunately, I had to travel alone as Dan had to work (although he is interested in getting started on his own journey of hiking the 50 highpoints) and Krisha, Kim, and Zoë decided to take a day for rest. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20001.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It was a bright and beautiful day with clear skies. The drive was pleasant once I was off the main interstate. As I made my way across the Alabama-Mississippi line, I unfortunately missed my intended exit, which caused me a 15 minute delay. However, I knew I was back on the right path as I saw signs leading to the 806 foot hill. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I started the ascent up the gravel road. I became somewhat worried as my transportation was a 4 cylinder Hyundai Elantra and began to lose power in the loose gravel. But at 4:15pm, the summit was acquired. I pulled to the top and beheld the tall and majestic radio towers. Yeah, the summit is covered with multiple radio towers. There is a NGS survey marker at the top as well, which I always find interesting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20003%20Knob%201934%20BM.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20003%20Knob%201934%20BM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The locals seem to like it, however. Connoisseurs of Nattie Light, Bud Light, and Michelob Ultra visit the top and leave wonderful mementos of their good times. Cigar Aficionado must have had their last retreat up here as a box of premier Swisher Sweets were observed. This summit is also a popular destination for honeymooners as some packets of unmentionables were observed. The one ray of hope for this summit of sin was found in some graffiti (go figure) on a table at the top. It read “Jesus Lives.” Well, Amen to that. At 4:30pm, I had had my fill, so I jumped into the car and descended down this mountain and back to home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20013.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/Woodal%20Mountain%20027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/Woodal%20Mountain%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Map</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/01-250K%20Topo.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/01-250K%20Topo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635622.post-1160201278054189492006-05-26T22:49:00.000-07:002007-01-25T07:14:12.050-08:00Britton Hill (Lakewood Park), FL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/britton%20hill%20010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/britton%20hill%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Highpoint #1<br />345 feet ASL, Lowest Highpoint in the US<br /><br />Confucius said, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” Well, for me, “A journey of the 50 highest US peaks begins with the lowest peak.” The journey began early, 5:30am to be exact. My wife and I rolled out of bed. The itinerary was for my wife, myself, and our English Bulldog, Zoë to visit three highpoints in 4 days with a base of operation with some good friends of ours, Kim and Disco Dan Jordan, in Birmingham, Alabama.<br /><br />By 7:15, we were on the road, but we had to get through a few mishaps before things would eventually smooth out. First, Zoë decided the back seat wasn’t good enough for her and for the first two hours of the trip she constantly attempted to push her way to the front seat. This was flattering that she wanted to be so near us, but not while driving. (And by the way, she is very strong.) My wife and I started to wonder if we were going to make it the whole way with her. She finally settled down, but that was because she had to pee and where better to pee than in the backseat. This was pretty frustrating. But, we pushed on after a stop to clean up the mess. Things got back to normal for a little while until the car problems started. Don't all good road trips have to have at least one. <br /><br /> We were just west of Tallahassee and had to stop to fill up. As we pulled off the exit the car stalled. I checked the oil and started the car again. Thank goodness it worked, we thought. At least enough to get us to the gas station and then the car stalled again. After some stressful hours, we finally got a tow truck, but he wouldn’t let our bulldog ride in the A/C cab with him. Zoë was already hot from being outside, but she was going to have to endure more heat. My wife thought Zoë was going to die and this may not have been far from the truth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/britton%20hill%20002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/britton%20hill%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the maintenance shop and to say Zoë was overheated was an understatement. Thankfully, there was a bike shop right next to the maintenance shop, so I went and asked if they were dog friendly. They were. Zoë came in and plopped on the cool concrete floor. It was a site to behold. The bike guys also supplied us with a water bowl. (Their kindness was truly extraordinary.)<br /><br />Thankfully, the car was fixable and at 4:00pm we were back on our way. Zoë, now exhausted, slept in the back. At 6:30pm, with darkness approaching, we arrived at the peak. Krisha exclaimed that this highpoint was rather lame. I agreed, but would not be let down. It was the start of an adventure and I was in good company, a great wife and a sometimes great dog. All three of us managed to summit this peak.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topo Maps <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/01-250K%20Topo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/01-250K%20Topo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/02-100K%20Topo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/02-100K%20Topo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/1600/03-24K%20Topo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1317/3246/200/03-24K%20Topo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09864627342419724796noreply@blogger.com2