Climbed Mt. Whitney (tallest summit in the contiguous United States at 14,505ft) with Gabe and Jeni on April 28th via the Mountaineers Route. Had an improvised start at about 1:30am as we mistakenly started about a half mile early on the main trail and did some major scrambling through the brush. Luckily we were climbing roughly parallel to the route and were able to cross back over just below Lower Boy Scout Lake. Saw the sunrise between Lower and Upper. Reached my limits on the main chute as we crossed over 13k. After turning left at the notch at the end of the chute, the final 400 represented the final test of the climb with some significant exposure as we self-belayed to the top.

Took the main route down to avoid having to down climb the final 400, which is an 11 mile descent, and I was almost delirious as we hit the 99 switchbacks. Got back to the car at around 7pm, meaning we had been climbing for roughly 17 hours. Hell of a way (mainly deeply misguided way) to break in my Evos. Stopped at a little diner to get some food, slept in the car for about two hours and then Gabe heroically crushed the first 4 hours of the drive back to the Bay. Couldn't have asked for better climbing partners on my first California 14er, looking forward to the mountains to come.