What a trip! Wasn't too excited about the chances of a summit as I got on the plane to Seattle. A late winter had been dumping snow on the mountain and hardly anyone was able to get to the summit. But summer arrived quickly, and the two days we spent slowly making our way up the lower parts of the mountain allowed the upper route to improve enough for a successful summit. Ended up doing the Ingraham Direct route, as the Disappointment Cleaver route was a mess of snow and ice. It was still cold and windy, but it could have been much worse.
Not a whole lot of pictures, it was cold enough that I didn't want to take off my gloves. Here's what I got.
Finally getting above the clouds on the slog up to Camp Muir. My pack was already approaching 60 pounds before I volunteered to carry the team rope. Day one was a five mile hike that gained 5,000 feet:































