On Monday I climbed Mt St Helens! It was hard, very hard.
Jayne decided she didn’t want to hike due to the weather, but Laine and I were excited. The first 2 miles were a nice easy incline on wide dirt trail. I was thinking I could do this all day. Then at mile 3 and almost 5,000 feet we hit the boulders.
The boulders went on for 2 miles. There were small, sharp, round, square and any other kind of rock you can think of. It was a long hard rock scramble. You had to think about every step and where you were going next. There was at least one time that I thought, why am I doing this. The weather was foggy, cloudy, windy, about 40.
Then we hit the pumice stone and some snow. And it got windier, and colder. The last mile was a slog up the mountain, with every step you would slide back a little.
Then we made it to the top, 8365 feet. You could see NOTHING. It was white on white. The only way we knew it was the top was one small post. It was depressing. All that work and not even a tiny glimpse.
We were only at the top a few minutes. Then we started down. It was easier going down, but the boulders were still difficult. It was windy and started raining. By the time we got to the bottom we were very wet.
This was one of the hardest thing I have done. It was about 7.5 hours of very hard hiking. But I did it!