It's just Mt. Si. Even on the Old Trail it's not a stunner as far as scenery goes. You're in the trees the whole time. It's simply a grind. And a fast one if you're chasing TNAB. Seriously. Do we really need to run up? (The leaders made it to the top in an hour and nine minutes. 69 minutes! DANG! I clocked in at a more leisurely hour and 30 minutes.)
Still, this trip wasn't without its joys. Like snow beginning at about 3,000 feet and solid by 3,500 feet. Or the Matrix Man walking down the trail in street clothes and a leather trench coat who waved without looking back at us knowing that we were watching him descend thinking, "What the...?" Or the helicopter that hovered 20 feet above me just below the summit whipping me with sound, snow, and silence when I was directly beneath it.
Oh yeah, and then there was the sunset. Joyous indeed.
Of course, I'll be back up there soon. Clara still wants to climb it and I still haven't climbed the Haystack (the rocky bit at the top that was too snowy on this trip).
Totals for this trip were 6.9 miles and 3,417 feet of gain. All that work was undone by the fries and pitcher of Coke at the Pour House for the Post-NAB.
