If my climbing trip has gone to plan, this morning I am making my way up the highest portion of Mt. Rainier, perhaps even standing on its summit.
Yesterday, my team and I packed from Paradise trailhead to Camp Muir at 10,080 feet. This portion of our climb should have been straight forward, requiring nothing more than trail runners (and considerable stamina to carry our overnight and technical gear).
Last night we ate a hefty dinner, melted water for summit day, and went to bed early. Then this morning we roped up and began hiking at 1am to hopefully summit around sunrise. We let so early because we need to descend to Camp Muir before the sun warms the glacier, turning the snow too soft for safe travel. Thankfully, we had a full moon (assuming the night was clear).
With a little luck, at this moment I am inhaling a view like this one: