Here's the story of Mt. Frazier...
The trail to the base of the mountain started at the opening of Blackleaf Canyon. We've been in the canyon before. There are some bolted climbing routes there. Here, Grizz is pointing out where the bolts are for the route "Climbing 101."
After the nice hike, we started going up. And up. And up.
There he is... pretty background, huh?
There were a few snow patches on this side of the mountain. They were steep, but we just "skied" down on our feet. Slipping and a sliding... fun, fun fun. (Can you tell I preferred going down than going up?)
It's always a weird feeling once you're off the mountain and you look back up and you see how high you really were. If you look hard enough you will see the strip of snow in the top-middle of the mountain. That's the summit. We were there.
I'll admit. There were times when my heart was in my throat and I wasn't sure if I could continue on the adventure. I have inherited my mother's worrying habits. However, I am very, very proud I did it... and that I even enjoyed parts of it! Ha!