View from my tent at Iceberg Lake, about 12,600 feet, towards the east face of Mount Whitney (and my smelly socks).
Sort of at the last minute I decided to make a quick trip up Whitney this past weekend before all the snow melted and before I leave California again (somewhat soon). Weather was sunny the whole time but the winds were quite strong. I’d estimate it reached 60+ mph on Sunday when I was on the summit. I didn’t even bother bringing the camera out as there was so much snow flying around. On the way up, whenever a big gust would come up, I would just have to lean into the mountain as I received a battery of snow and ice and rock for a minute or two, then climb on again. Good fun.