I climbed Mt Fuji. It was pretty cool. 3,776 meters / 12,388 ft.

I brought a pulse oximeter out of curiosity. 98% SPO2 at the little base town where we were dropped off. 82% at one of the stops, compared to 95% of the woman working inside. 71% at the peak.

The peak was terrifying. I went up the Yoshida trail and down the Gotemba trail. The Yoshida trail is most populated. Plenty of people hiking and little stops up the trail that will brand your hiking stick for a few hundred yen each ($1-3).

Once at the peak, we had to walk around at the top through a storm to find the Gotemba trail. The storm was brutally cold. I remember there was a guy wearing his girlfriend’s dress cus it was the only dry clothes they had while trying to take shelter.

The clouds lingered the rest of the way down. It was insanely foggy.

Overall it was cool. I had the chance to hike it again the next year and opted out.

I tried climbing Ojos del Salado (6,893 m / 22,615 ft) but only got to about 6.300 m. We spend around 10 days acclimatizing staring at ~3.500m and staying at various shelters at progressively higher altitudes. On 2 days I felt like shit (hangover like symptoms), rest of the days I was weak but it was manageable. Before the attack day I barely slept (I was tired, stressed and in a tent with people snoring). During attack it was really cold (like even with all the high altitude gear) and going up was super difficult. The worst part is that going down is also really hard so you have to calculate you strength for both ways of the trip but it really hard to judge how much more can you take. Half of the group resigned after first hour or two. The rest resigned when it became clear the weather is not improving and it will not be possible to get to the top.

Three days later I climbed Pico Vallecito (17831 ft / 5435 m). I used acclimatization from the failed attempt and just hiked to the top alone. It was quite hard, especially above 5000m I was moving slower than I expected. I wasn’t very tired but I just didn’t have energy to move at normal speed. Going down was easy so I made it down on time after all.

Just got back from Boulder, did South Boulder Peak which was 8549’. The climb to Bear Peak just below South Boulder was the best part, it was so steep, we climbed 3000’ in two miles.

Here’s a cool pic from the top

Not a mountain exactly, but I hiked to Everest Base Camp which was 5,364 meters. About 2 days and 200 meters lower I had started having very strange dreams that come with that altitude. At Base camp, little tasks became more difficult, I had an ever present headache, and I woke on the hour every hour during the night. But fuck me, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t “mountain climbing” with ropes and harnesses and such, it was hiking, but I’ll share my experience.

When I was 17 I went with my scout troop to Philmont, which is a huge property the Boy Scouts of America has out in New Mexico, to go backpacking. We spent about a week on the trail and did about 50 miles. The highest mountain we hiked up was Mt Phillips at 11742 ft (~3579M) which is right around the elevation most people just start to really feel the effects of lower oxygen levels. And that’s my highest mountain.

It’s been a while, so forgive me if I mix up some of my details, I’m also gonna start you off with some basic Philmont info and a side story that isn’t really about the mountains.

When you first get to Philmont, you spend some time in Basecamp, making sure you have all the necessary gear, getting a quick rundown on how things work there, etc. And you spend the night in one of the tents they have set up already at base camp. If you’ve ever been to a BSA summer camp, you know what tents I’m talking about. For those unfamiliar, it’s a big canvas tent on a wooden platform with 2 cots inside.

Philmont base camp isn’t exactly what I’d consider the desert, at least not the stereotypical desert we all picture, but it’s certainly a lot more dry and dusty than most in the US are used to if you’re not from the southwest (which I am not) and it doesn’t get a ton of rain.

But I could probably count the number of camping trips I’ve been on where I didn’t get rained on at least a little bit on one hand, and Philmont was no exception. IIRC, that night at basecamp we got more rain than they had gotten in any 24hour period in the previous 10 years. (Coincidentally, the last time my troop sent a crew to Philmont, they also got poured on, and I believe it had been about 10 years prior)

I’m not sure if it just rained that hard, or if because they don’t usually get that much rain the Philmont staff had gotten lazy waterproofing the tents, but almost every tent leaked that night, and the way the wind was blowing everyone on the one side of the tents got wet while their tent mate stayed dry. I ended up on the wet side, luckily I woke up pretty quick because the first few drops landed right on my face, so I packed up my sleeping bag, pulled on an extra layer of clothes and my rain gear, crawled under my cot and went back to sleep, so I managed to escape the worst of it. Lots of people had to dry out their gear the next morning before starting their trek.

It was pretty cool though, because you hear about how the desert comes alive after a good rain, and we got a good taste of that because the next day everything sure as hell was a lot greener than when we arrived. From base camp you then get on a bus to head off to where you start your trek (there’s a lot of different trail options) but because of the rain, most of the road had turned to mud, so we had to get dropped off a couple miles from where we were supposed to start and slog through the mud to get there. By the end of the day though everything was bone dry.

A few days in we camp near the top of a mountain that wasn’t quite as high as Mt Phillips would be. Our itinerary had us spending 2 nights at this particular spot, they had some activities set up for us to do, and we could rest up a little for the second half of our trek. There was a bit of an open field so we bust out a frisbee we brought with us, and toss it around a bit. That was probably about the best shape I’ve ever been in, and we weren’t too beaten up by the hiking because A. we were young and healthy, and B. had plenty of training before we went. Even still, we could definitely feel ourselves getting a bit winded faster than we would otherwise because of the altitude.

Anyway onto Phillips. Our itinerary had camping basically at the top of Phillips. There would be no potable water at the top, so we decided to have our hot meal for the day (which involved boiling water) for lunch before we started up so we’d have a chance to refill and make sure we had plenty to get us through the next day.

As we got closer to the summit a thick fog rolled in. By the time we made it up, we were all damp, cold, miserable, tired, it was getting late, and we didn’t even have a hot meal to look forward to. We pretty much set up camp and went right to bed.

The next day we wake up, and actually take a good look around, enjoy the views, etc. With the fog gone, we get to look down on the valleys below us and we see… clouds. It dawned on us then that it wasn’t just fog we hiked and camped through, but a cloud. If a mattress salesman ever tells you “it’s like sleeping on a cloud,” fucking run, clouds suck.

While looking around and exploring we also found a decent little pile of snow up on top of the mountain. Now these aren’t snowcapped peaks exactly, but it was definitely chillier up there than elsewhere in Philmont, and with the right altitude, and a shady nook behind some trees I guess you can keep some snow hanging around in New Mexico until late June/early July.

I have a few other cool little stories from Philmont, but that’s pretty much the extent of what pertains to mountains, with a bonus side story about getting rained on.

I made it about 7000ft (~2100m) up the West face and North face of Mt Adams (12,274 feet, ~ 3750m) in Washington on multiple occasions. Any higher and I would have needed a permit that I didn’t have.

It was so nice up there, though quite cold even in late August.

They were beautiful hikes (Muddy Meadows and Riley Creek) that I do recommend, but I give a huge warning for sure as they both gain altitude really quickly and are quite difficult.

I was really winded really quickly once I passed about 6000 feet (~1800m) due to my crappy lungs (they’ve been through a lot of disease) but it was worth it for the views.

Here’s a pic from my first trip up the north face of Mt Adams. I sat next to that pond for almost an hour catching my breath because my face started to feel all fuzzy.

I’m going to do these hikes again and again until I’m ready to climb Mt Adams to the top.

I went up my Warning in NSW Australia, it’s about 1900m. I know it’s not that high but it’s hard to find people who want to go on long hikes.

Don’t remember the elevation, maybe 11,000 something… but I hiked to the peak of Mount Rose outside of Tahoe. It just so happened the monarchs were migrating through at the time and it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. There must’ve been millions of them everywhere. It was like a black cloud flying around us. So many were on the trees it looked like the trees were breathing.

Longs Peak Colorado (14259ft / 4345m). A lot of people get altitude sickness on this one and my girlfriend at the time did. So I left her behind. Jk. We eventually made it to the top. It was an amazing view and only took us the day but we had to get started early in then morning (like 5am) so that we were done before it got dark in the evening.

About 30-40 meters. Not sure exactly. It was a hard climb without a path. Just rocks and bushes. Quite steep too. But the view was terrifying.

The highest mountain I ever climbed was the two meter hill near my old home. I had to climb it whenever going to and from school. You could sometimes find me chilling half-way up the trek.

Himmelbjerget (Sky Mountain) in Denmark, it’s an entire 147m

Well, I’ve also climbed some baby mountains in Western Canada, like Grouse Mountain (just a short hiking trail) and the Columbia Ice Field (basically drove up there) but how can the compete to Himmelbjerget ‽

We climbed the mountain in Kandersteg, Switzerland. I was basically a young teenager, we were on a scout trip there, with various other troops mostly from England. A bit like a jamboree. 3/4 up the mountain we got pelted by hail, and you wouldn’t believe how painful it was even under the hood of my jacket to be pelted like that, especially against the ears. Some unfortunate ones with no gloves/hood had no choice but to cover their ears with their bare hands, and these were bleeding following those few minutes of the storm.

It was exhilarating. After getting to the warmth of the chalet we also got to go across the glacier, with yawning chasms in full view literally a yard or two away from our feet. Such things few youths have done, and I would recommend it for my own children if I could.

Jebel Toubkal in Morocco, 4,167m (13,671ft), the highest mountain in north Africa. We were on a two-week trek in the Atlas range, so quite well acclimatised. Stayed overnight in the Neltner hut and started the ascent early in the morning. There was quite a bit snow, despite it being summer, but only a little at the summit itself. Fantastic view of the Atlas Mountains. The descent was quicker, in part due to us sliding down one big snowfield on our bums. A meal was ready for us when we got back to the hut, from memory in the mid-afternoon, but I had no appetite, too tired. We went up to the bunk room and rested. A very satisfying day. (Edit to add pic)

The highest elevation was Cascade Canyon in Grand Teton (~7,000 ft and ~2,000 meters I think). Highest mountain however would Algonquin Peak in the Adirondacks (5,114 ft and 1,558 meters). Definitely my favorite mountain, it just looks like a huge slab of land. Lots of scrambling around the rocky peak with a great view of the surrounding mountains.