What’s Up Now Timpanogos!?
I wanted to go back up Timp again the same day of my initial retreat but the weather had turned a little stormy. I ended up going back just a couple days later with my brothers-in-law, both of whom are former cross country standouts. I made the mistake of letting one of them take the lead for a while. Joel, I hope no offense is taken, but I was contemplating pushing you off the cliff if I caught up with you.
Besides the whole “never hike with cross country runners” lesson, I also learned to never go hiking when you have recently fasted, have only slept for one hour, have an upset stomach, and when you are really out of shape. It was a pretty brutal hike for me, but I will have you know that kid that passed me was actually 8 years old. He only looked like a 4 year old.
Someday I may want to hike Timp again, but at least now it stops looking at me all uppity–like.
Some photos from the hike:
“Life is brought down to the basics: if you are warm, regular, healthy, not thirsty or hungry, then you are not on a mountain. . . Climbing at altitude is like hitting your head against a brick wall – it’s great when you stop.” – Chris Darwin (great great grandson of Charles Darwin and author of The Social Climbers)
At least you knew what you were getting into. I hiked Timp a few days before my wedding. My soon-to-be brother -in-law told use it was a four hour round trip. I think 5-6ish hours got us to the hut. It ended up being an 11-hour day on four hours of supplies.
After nearly seven years, I’ve just about forgotten the blisters and am ready to do it again. But not with fast skinny people. Man, I hate fast skinny people.
The photo of the narrow trail across the ridge reminds me of the trail we took on the way to Llangollin.
If it makes you feel any better, Josh, I have considered having my right knee permanently replaced with a bionic one due to the after-effects of the hike down. Then I would take that mountain on again.
Beautiful and as I remember brutal too. In the 1950’s we used to hike it every year. In the middle of it I could never remember why. What is it about oxygen deprivation and physical exhaustion that keeps drawing one back?
Dude…you chose the wrong brothers-in-law to go with. I’m sure that Ward or I would have provided a bigger feeling of accomplishment since we would have had to carry each other at different times. Timp would’ve felt ashamed. Stupid Timp!
such beautiful fotos. just after i hiked timp i thot i might like to do it again sometime…in better condition. it’s been 5 years and i have less desire to tackle that beast again. maybe because i am now in worse shape. i might reconsider once i am a paraglider and can just fly down from the top. …while yelling “up yours timp!”
Nice stuff – I bet the back side of Timp would be a good place to build a detox-rehab center. . . .
The seventh photo reminded me of the Devil’s backbone in California.
If hiking becomes your thing you could do a coffee table book of photo’s from hikes with ‘devil’ in the name.
I know a hike in the Teton’s called the Devil’s Staircase. . . .
These pictures are beautiful. In fact all the pictures I have been checking out here are amazing. Bravo to the photographers in the family. Hope you are all doing well.
It’s been a long while since I’ve visited Amishrobot – sorry. When did you guys go on this hike? I wish I could have joined you. Your photos do a great job of capturing the experience.
It was the Monday following the first attempt, so it must have been September 3rd.