LASSEN.
5:00 a.m. never looked so good.
Someone had set a booter up the gut of the northeast face, which led directly to . . .
a sporty summit scramble. The climbing was easy. Not kicking off a rock onto your partner was hard. Thankfully, Tom didn't bean me with a piece of pumice.
Shasta has a dead dog on the summit. Lassen has a giant camo dildo. Volcanoes are full of surprises.
The first turn is always the hardest. Maintain whippet control, maintain whippet control . . .
The obligatory bumbling around to find the truck. Tom informed me that this is known as "getting volcanoed."
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