climbing mountains really makes you realize what a fat-ass you are

just to preface this story i'll start wednesday night in studio where i sat all night working on the same fucking program diagram i've been working on for the past month. Thursday...ya, more of the same fucking program diagram and even less sleep. and finally friday, (this will be the last "fucking" of this story...i promise) the most pointless fucking mid review ever.
now that i've got that off my chest i can tell you about my stress free exercise intensive weekend. My dad, his business partner jim, jims son andrew, and i climbed up the side of mount whitney to the cottonwood lakes as part of a tradition we've had trouble keeping. well, its actually been about 9 years since the last time i went but who's counting. there's actually not a whole lot to tell. i didn't sleep at all on thursday night for my presentation friday then skipped most of studio so that i could drive out to lonepine to start my backpacking extravaganza. long story short...we climbed up a big mountain, which as you can tell by the title of this post was not easy, we froze our asses off in the snow like real men do in the wilderness, then we climbed down. sounds boring but it was actually pretty fun. i didn't get any fishing in but since i decided to lug my big ass camera and tripod up the side of the mountain i figured i should take some good pictures. here's a few of the lake we camped on and the surrounding landscape.








a few words of advise to any who feel inspired by this post and plan to go backpacking in the wilderness:
1. bring a large knife or you'll end up cutting up your dinner with a nail file...ask my dad
2. don't be too lazy or too proud to carry up the extra 2 lb padded mat to sleep on, its totally worth it.
3. and finally, check the weather before you go...apparently it snows in the mountains. who knew?