In July 2006, my husband, his father - Larry, his brother - Mike, and I climbed to the summit of Mt. Shasta. It was my first 14,000 ft summit and on the way back to the car at Bunny Flat, I told myself that it would be my last. But in September 2008, I hiked Mt. Whitney (the highest peak on the continental United States) car-to-car in 18 hours. So I guess it was natural that I would somehow get talked into do Mt. Shasta again. This time, I figured that I would capture my experience in writing to remind me of the "dark places" I might not want to visit again.
Mt. Shasta holds a very special place in my heart not only because it was my first summit, but because it serves as the water source for a land, its creatures and people who I have a deep connection. Seemingly out of nowhere, this mountain rises above a flat landscape. Covered in snow and ice year round, this peak is as unpredictable as any and has as many routes to lure the novice to expert mountaineer.
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