This is morning at the base of the northeast chute on Mt. Whitney. Iceberg lake basin and Mt. Russell are out of view to the right of the image. Having "slept" under a rock (really, it's huge) and on a rock, at 12,500 feet just behind the viewer here, I set off with my friend Brendan up the "mountaineer's route" or northeast chute (one of Jon Muir's famous scrambles). We probably should have read up more on the actual climb versus the approach, I thought as we climbed freely up the exposed crags and over refrigerator and school bus sized boulders to the summit. The view was grand but surpassed seven year later when on my return I approached on foot from some 200 miles to the north, finally summiting before dawn (from the west) at the peak of the Leonid meteors shower. I nearly walked off the side several times because there was no moon and I had my head in the stars.
This series are among my all time favorite personal photographs. The originals are 35mm negatives shot with my trusty '79 Minolta XG-9. I hope to post more as I have time to write my story.