Mt. Whitney I'm Coming for You

Last June, my dear friend Jessica, had a crazy idea. She decided that she was going to climb Mt. Whitney. She posted something about it on her Facebook timeline, and my hubby was the first to see the post. As he read it, he exclaimed "Why aren't you joining Jess?"

That was quite the question! Why? Because I'm a mom of two baby boys, because my family needs me, because... As I listed the excuses in my head, I realized there was only one real reason, I hadn't been away from my family, in about 3 years, I simply had not thought of ever doing so. I was like all of those meme's you see of horses tied to plastic chairs, thinking they couldn't leave. The thought just never crossed my mind.

Jessica and I, and a small group of dedicated people from our gym, trained and hiked for months, leading up to our trip. Only 7 of us actually went. None of us summited.

I have been trying to write this for over a year now. I didn't know why I just could not seem to sit down and write this piece about our amazing trip. Only now that we have a new date to try it again, do I finally feel like I can sit here and write this.

My trip last year, started off on a terrible, terrible note. A couple of days before my scheduled departure, our youngest, who was only 1 year-old at the time, got really sick. He was lethargic, with a fever of about 103, that slowly went down to about 101, on the day that we were leaving. I had a huge decision to make. I had never left my family alone before, and leaving a sick child was unbearable.

I did not want to flake on Jessica, who had been planning this trip for close to a year at that point. I didn't want to leave my son. I felt guilty about still really wanting to go, even though my child was so ill. But I went.

I talked myself into it. I told myself, "hubby is home, and very capable of taking care of our kids." I told myself that I couldn't flake on Jessica last minute, that my mom was there to help with the boys. I had to go!

Well, my worrying put a dark cloud over my entire trip. And while I absolutely loved the hours of hikes, that lead up to the big Whitney hike, the guilt was eating me up inside. I just wanted to climb Mt. Whitney and drive home as fast as possible.

Honestly, I felt terrible for Jessica, who could tell that this was eating me up inside, and had to deal with "half there" me.

Eventually, I got the call that everything at home was ok, and to enjoy this big hike... and I did!

Day 1

The three hour drive to Whitney Portal flew by in the blink of an eye. It was three hours of much needed "girl time".

We made one fuel stop along the way, but got to check out a pretty cool little Jerky shop as well. Then stopped at the Visitor Center to pick up our permits.