Mt. Beard-Stats
Chad Viesturs invited me to make a campaign for the summit and I answered the call on October 28, 2017. I planned on cold, but alas was quite unprepared. No gloves, no long socks, no balaclava. I brought much shame to the house of Eagle.
But fortunately our fearless leader was crazy prepared with gloves and facial gear. All this helped, but as we got over 13,000 ft; the snow drifts became deeper and my exposed ankles began to take a beating.
So why didn't I turn around? First, I was there for fun and no stupid bloody ankles would ruin it. Second, pride. Third, stupidity. Fourth, I was working hard so I seemed warm at the time. Fifth, numbness led me to believe I was in better shape than I was. Needless to say, it was metal.
So I thought I'd just shrug it off, but no such luck. Blisters turned to open sores and soon I couldn't wear regular shoes. Behold the pictures and damage!!
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