“I think that it could have been the water I made the Lemonade with last night. It came out of the creek by my house. Sometimes it gives me the shits – whatever it is just the shits” said Troy. “Oh, that must be it”, I responded. Near the top of Mt. Sir Donald, I was starting to shut down. My guts were inside out, my breathing was labored, and I didn’t have much strength. I felt like I was coming down with some sort of South American water bug. Most of the descent was in front of us. We had about a dozen rappels and 4,500 ft of walking downhill back to the car. Oddly, I could still see the humor in my situation despite my level of suffering.
I really wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or not, so I made the extra effort to back everything up and go slow. On my first rappel, I had to stop a few times and rest. My theory was to reach deep, and just keep going, slowly and eventually I be off the mountain and back at home in bed. Slowly, but surely we made it down.
I think that the NW Ridge of Sir Donald is certainly a classic , despite my passing a water born bug, or whatever was happening to me. Most of the rock is awesome, the route finding almost non-existent, and the scenery is unbelievable. It was an excellent day to most likely wrap up the alpine season for me.
The NW Ridge of Sir Donald
Looking across to Saphire Col, the Dome, and Mt. Bonney
Troy Grant having fun.
Looking south across the Illicilleweat and Deville glaciers from the Summit of Mt. Sir Donald
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