As I laid in the snow for 2 hours today on Garfield
One of the things I tried to calm myself with was reviewing all of the posts in this thread in my head. Boy, some of you people hit it dead on, and others are waaaayy off the mark.
Bear with me, getting home in one piece so I could relay my experience to this particular group was a major reason I am OK tonight.
Opportunity for a Tuesday climb of Garfield was too much to pass up. It would mean a 3:30am wake time here in Natick, MA to be at the trailhead on time to meet the person I hiked with. This person is not my normal partner, but both of us are strong hikers, IMHO.
Rushing around Monday trying to make up for Tuesday's anticipated absense from work and home didnt end until 12:30 last night.
First mistake: Last minute planning for the hike that I simply shoved into the rest of my schedule rather than stopping and thinking that these plans were unlike any of the other ones on my list.
I was quite pleased when the alarm went off & I jumped out of bed, grabbed the assembled pack & paraphelia, and off I went screaming up 93 toward Garfiled.
Packed a pocket full of energy bars and grabbed 2 dehydrated meals to get my through the day. Stopped and ate a big breakfast at the Tilton Diner, and thought I was covering my bases for fuel to start and the rest of the day.
We bushwacked around some heavy duty logging activity for about an hour and it was great fun. I was grateful for the "hunt and peck" hiking as there were no straightaway corridors in this bushwack.
We found Gale River road and we off. My body felt like my truck when the fuel injectors are clogged. Even on the reasonably flat terrain of the bottom of the Garfield trail, I was stopping very often, but kept plugging in hopes it would improve.
Second Mistake I didnt listen to my body. In hundreds of miles of hiking my body had never reacted like this, yet I still fluffed it off as nothing.
I was feelng like an anchor to my hiking partner and encouraged them to "just go" I'd meet them at the summit.
Third mistake I knew I was not doing well, but still played the "competant hiker" and encouraged those I was hiking with to leave me alone. As well they did as I was not confessing outwadly any problems, again, IMHO I am a strong hiker and enjoy that reputation with those that know me.
Reverting back to my second mistake, I made an earnest attempt at the summit. I got to with in .8 miles of the ridge and collapsed, literally, I was dizzy, confused, weak, heart pounding, breathing shallow not good.
What my first choice of things to do,
panic.
I remembered reading here on VFTT that the biggest reason alot of people die in the backcountry is that they panic when something goes wrong.In my panic I tried to stand, was lifting my heavy pack around me unncessarily and burning precious energy. When suddenly I remembered the post on panic and said to myself out loud, Chris don't panic or you're dead. Thanksfully that snapped me out of it.
Unable to stand without falling over again, I got out all dry clothes,(which BTW I dont normally carry as many I did today, Guardian Angel or back to mistake #1 I'm not sure) removed my wet shirts and got nice dry wicking layers and fleece on. I got my sleeping bag out but was unable to get into it as I had NO chance of getting my crampons off. So I laid on it in the sun (Thank God the sun was brilliant today with no wind) and cranked up my stove to boil water, have a dehydrated meal and make coffee.
Fourth mistake Very poor nutrition choices, 5 bites into the meal it decided it liked being on the outside better and came up the way it went down. (sorry for the graphics)
I knew I was dehydrating so stared gulping water out of my bladder, that turned out to be a good idea, thankfully.
I put on my Mtn Hdwr shell and pulled my wool cap over my eyes, cinched up the hood and laid in the sun for 2 hours trying to regroup. I was literally hallucinating inside my wool cap. Then I was remembering this thread. Its true whoever said it. Not wanting to be the subject of "what he did wrong" was a huge force in getting me to my senses.
After 2 hours I felt I could at least start heading down, as I felt my best chances laid in getting myself off the moutain. As I gathered my stuff and wrote a note in the snow "WENT DOWN" I realized that I couldnt leave my partner, who I hadnt seen in 2 hours on the summit of Garfield.
I was
his closest rescue if indeed he was in trouble.
That whole concept cast me right back into borderline panic. And for the next half hour I had the conversation with myself about I had to make for the summit to make sure he was OK.
No mistake here, pure stupidity reigned now i was going to endanger HIM and ME by trying to attempt something that I had no means of executing successfully.
But nonetheless, I took inventory of what I needed and chose simply my axe, no pack, no bag, (;ets hope he isnt hurt) to get up the last .02 miles once I arrived at the summit. Using the axe as a cane, with an economy of energy in mind I started UP the trail, around the first turn there he was, just fine and shocked that I was in the state I was in. And why wouldnt he be shocked, I never bother to tell him (see mistake #3)
The sudden appearance of a preson bouyed my spirits and electrolites obviously, and we walked out together.
I will not add any commentary or editorialize this at all as I simply wanted to put out there a sort of anatomy of near miss.