{"id":17441,"date":"2019-10-24T04:26:14","date_gmt":"2019-10-24T04:26:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/survivor-stories\/mt-whitney-california-usa\/"},"modified":"2019-10-24T04:26:14","modified_gmt":"2019-10-24T04:26:14","slug":"mt-whitney-california-usa","status":"publish","type":"survivor-stories","link":"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/de\/survivor-stories\/mt-whitney-california-usa\/","title":{"rendered":"Mt Whitney, California, USA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Conditions were optimal for a Mt. Whitney hike. The weather was warm and the trail free from ice. No rain fell. No lightening struck.<\/p>\n<p>I had been preparing for this day for over two years. I spent countless hours hiking the mountains of Southern California, training my body and dialing-in my gear, finding the right balance of safety, comfort and light-weight efficiency. Among my ten essentials, I always carry an ACR personal locator beacon.<\/p>\n<p>And here I was on the most perfect of days, ascending Mt. Whitney, fulfilling my dream. I felt great, even after almost 12 hours of hiking. &nbsp;I could see the summit, about 800 feet above.<\/p>\n<p>But then everything changed.<\/p>\n<p>Without warning, I lost control of my body. A tidal wave of nausea slammed into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I stumbled, almost falling over the edge, vomiting at every step until I managed to lean against a rock. I slid into a sitting position and waited for my friends to return from the top.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They weren&#8217;t long in finding me. Apparently, I tried to stand, intending to descend to a lower altitude. My memory of this is hazy. I&#8217;m told that I vomited and once again nearly fell over the side.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My friends Jenny and Mariella decided that I needed evacuation. But there was no phone signal. Somehow, I managed to activate the ACR before passing out.<\/p>\n<p>Next thing I remember, I was being hoisted onto a helicopter. And this wasn&#8217;t easy. First, there was no place near the trail for a safe air lift. The steepness of the terrain meant that the helicopter blades would chop into the mountain side if the craft came close enough to rescue me.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mariella had to drag me off trail and down a scree-filled slope so that the helicopter could hover safely. And once it arrived, she helped hurl me up so my rescuer could reach me. Had she slipped or dropped me, I would have slid thousands of feet to my death.<\/p>\n<p>I remember slamming against the helicopter floor. It hurt but I didn&#8217;t care. I was glad to be alive, and happy to have friends who are there for me when it matters. Most of all, I was glad that I always carry an ACR when I hike.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, I am disappointed that I will never realize my dream and summit Mt. Whitney. I&#8217;m fine at 10,000 feet, routinely hiking throughout Southern California. But once above 13,000 feet, I&#8217;m done. My body betrays me. No matter how much I train, I just can&#8217;t hike above certain altitudes.<\/p>\n<p>But there are plenty of smaller mountains nearby and I have good friends to hike them with. And thanks to ACR, I&#8217;m still here to enjoy them.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; Conditions were optimal for a Mt. Whitney hike. The weather was warm and the trail free from ice. No rain fell. No lightening struck. I had been preparing for this day for over two years. 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