I had some time to kill before family arrived for the holiday so I decided to give Willey a try since it was a short hike and wouldn’t leave me too tired for the festivities ahead……oops. Mount Willey is an absolute beast of a climb which I am still having nightmares about.
After crossing some train tracks, the trail lulls you into a peaceful state of mind before throwing the kitchen sink at you about a mile up. Its around this part of the trail that things begin to incline rather steeply and leave you feeling like your rock climbing instead of hiking.
Apparently I wasn’t the first to think this as I eventually came to a spot that had ladder steps built into the rocks. This made things a little easier but did introduce me to a whole new form of rubber legs from the constant climb up the stairs.
I finally got to the top of the stairs gasping for breath and pulled out my handy White Mountain Hiking Guide(ding, ding) to see how much further I had. I almost fed my handy guide to the forest though after learning I still had a ways to go.
I trudged on……and on…….and on……until I finally reached the outlook that is right before the summit. I decided I need to hit the actual summit first before taking a break since I wasn’t sure I would be able to move after so I did just that. After visiting the summit, I retreated to my break promising outlook that was absolutely swarming with flies. Because of all the buzzing, I did not stay very long before making my ultimate retreat from the summit and the long trek back to the car. 17 down, 31 to go!!!