On my way back to Utah the stars aligned again and I found a lone, relinquished permit for Mount St. Helens on July 27th. With all the permits going to an online system I was not aware how quickly the 110 permits/day sold out. The permits for July opened up on June 1st and when I looked in mid-June, they were all gone. On a whim one morning when the cats chose to wake me up at 3:30am, I logged on and found two spots open for July 27th so I snagged one of them. Only some days later did I realize that that was the exact day that Mom and Dad climbed the mountain in 2010!

I must say a very noteworthy feat as they were both in their mid-70’s when they summited in 2010 … In fact, so noteworthy that I must publicly degree that they are going to hold onto the family age group award for peak bagging – after this climb there is NO WAY that I will repeat this in 15+ years! Maybe someone else in the family will step up???
This was certainly not my most favorite climb … once you got done with the first 2 pleasant, forested miles and made your way up to the scree, ash and boulder fields, it was not a fun endeavor. In fact, almost the whole time I was moving uphill I was wondering to myself how in the world Mom and Dad managed to climb this beast!
The evening before I stayed in the town of Woodland which was about an hour+ from the parking lot at Climber’s Bivouac trailhead. After a very filling meal of Chinese food with my friend Mary Jane and her daughter, Jan, it was off to sleep for a 2:30am wake up call.

I left the trailhead at about 4:15am and was treated to an amazing sunrise over Mount Adams. Maybe if I am lucky Joel will consider including it in his 2023 calendar?








Once you pass through the boulder fields, you come upon what is fondly called the “Beach.” A very long, annoying slog up scree/volcanic ash where you take one step forward and slide two steps back. It seemed to just go on and on and on!






On the way down I decided to be nice to my knees and glissade down for as long as I could. A couple other guys didn’t glissade but were running/boot skiing. Certainly the way to go! As I carried my ice axe and snow shell pants, I might as well use them.








When I got back to the parking lot it was 91degrees so I quickly loaded the car, fired up the air conditioner and started driving back to Utah. I got as far as a small town past Hood River, OR called Wasco – not much there except a convenience store/deli. Another fast food dinner to celebrate the summit. And no, I did not drink all the beer – it went to Joel as a trip souvenir!

Odd sign in the hotel – reminded me of Law & Order episodes where a runaway/fugitive rents a cheap hotel room, chops off all his/her hair and then dyes it a new color!
