June 22, 1987

6/22/87 Mt Kenya

near Hanging Tarn

Finally, onward and upward

Today’s climb seemed a lot easier than the trip to Lake Michaelson. But I’m afraid I was out of patience with one of our group. Ever since Gorges Valley, Amy has had these white-outs and fainting spells. I think at least part of it was mental. Every time she stopped, she just stared at how far we had to climb. The closer we came to the top of the saddle, the harder it was for her. Finally, a few of us ran ahead, dumped our gear and went back to help her. She was able to make it on her own. It made me mad that she always said things were fine and don’t slow down or rest because of her. She really thought it was all right if we just left her.

One last look before heading for our next camp

As she realized just how much farther up we had to go, was about when she started to get sick again. She’d run over to a rock or a large plant and throw up. Then she’d jump up and say "let’s go." She wouldn’t let anyone carry any of her gear. We finally made camp about an hour after the second group.

Point Lanana, Point Nelion; 3rd, 2nd highest peaks

Soon after reaching camp, we had more classes on belaying and then climbed up one of the mountain sides to practice repelling. Camp is at 14,300 feet, just below Point Lenana. But from our repelling site, we were at 14,800 feet and could see off an incredible distance, including the summit of Mount Kenya.

The landscape once we left Lake Michaelson was just like the moon, mostly rock. The only animals we’ve seen are hyraxes and a few small birds. One interesting bird was green and purple, very skinny with a tail almost double it’s body length and a long curved beak (almost like a hummingbird’s beak).

The wide split in the mountain down to the lake