That peak there in the middle of the frame is called “Donoho Peak”. I kid you not! And folks ask why I love ths place? I even have my own mountain (misspelled though it is)!
This is me (of course) looking up towards the Wrangell Mountains. Mt. Blackburn is just out of the frame, a 16 500′ mountain that rocks my world. The Kennicott Glacier roars down from the mountain on the west (our left) of Donoho Peak, and joins up with the Root Glacier which comes in from the right hand side of Donoho. This image was taken maybe 5 minutes after the previous one I posted, and maybe 15 yards away. Dramatically different view.
This is a good example of how much difference a dusting of snow can make. With no snow, this is all dirt and rock and moraine .. not very photogenic. The erosion wash that runs up towards the Kennicott Glacier here is normally flooding with glacial water, really dirty, super cold, fast, and not something you want to play around with. It’s about dried up by this time of year. This photo was taken about 30 minutes before my calf muscle tore, and I fell down and cried. Then I hobbled back to my camp, looking quite the wimp. It’s healed up pretty well by now though, which I’m happy about.
My dad, when I spoke with him about my injury, asked if I put ice on it. I said “uhhmmm, no.” The temperature was about 0˚ Fahrenheit when I got back to camp, and I was hardly going to ice down anything – making it colder didn’t seem like it was that crucial, at the time. I got inside my sleeping bag and whimpered myself to sleep. The next morning, of course, I could hardly walk. But I soldiered on, like a real trooper; a real bonafide Alaskan!
PS – I didn’t REALLY cry. Or even whimpered. I think I did cuss a little though. Sorry mum! 🙂