Beaten by the sleds on the way in. Occasionally they got the better of us, generally at some big hill.
The rangers hut at 14K base camp. John Law is everywhere.
Mt. Foraker with a classic lenticular cloud on the summit. Generally this means bad weather. Also note someone doing their morning business at the "outhouse" in the lower left corner.
Me having dinner at 14K foot base camp. Actually, I was boiling snow and eating cheese, but I guess that classifies as dinner. And it's snowing again, surprise, surprise.
The headwall on the way to high camp. Full of people, as usual.
Dusan the crazy Slovenian. We were climbing together and he says, "Ed, I must go down, my thumb is blue." DUDE GO DOWN!.
Me ascending the fixed lines on the headwall above. This gives one a better perspective on how steep it was. Not that steep, but enough to make you think.
The ridge above the headwall as taken from high camp. The route traverses along this ridge. The mitten-shaped rock mid-ridge is Washburn's Thumb.
High camp, with Denali Pass in the background. The trail is barely visible in the upper right of the picture.
Street contemplating his doom from a formation just outside high camp called "the diving board". Mt. Foraker in the background.