Last year, my boyfriend and I summited Mt. Hood. This was personally my third attempt—the first one failed due to high winds; the second one, due to a sick team member. As we steadily made our way up on this attempt, I knew we would make it. My head was clear; my heart hummed.
Below is a view of the shadow of Mt. Hood, or Wy’East, the native name for this beautiful mountain, the second most climbed in the world (after Mt. Fuji in Japan).
When we inevitably reached the summit, it was a wondrous, exhilarating feeling, with a strong sense of knowing that it was going to happen. I can’t quite describe the extent of it; but it was a very good feeling. Most of the “climb” is really just a tedious hike; when you near the sulphur beds past Illumination Rock is when it starts to get technical (and the degree of this is dependent on weather and time of year).
I am really looking forward to climb season this year!