Hiked 50 ft into the trail and my 71 year old tells me, with his 45 lb backpack on his back and weighing in at 117 lbs - "Steve, I didn't think the trail would be this rocky. This pack isn't fit right, it's hitting my head [he borrowed mine and REI spent an hour supposedly fitting it correctly], I can't do this!"
He says he's turning around and will wait for me for the 3 days. Arghhhhh. I had a bad feeling this might happen but not at the very beginning of the trail.
I hiked up the first 10 miles alone. Didn't pass 1 person. It was spooky. 2 guys were coming down at one point but no one came up. Passed Dollar Lake. Missed it. Found some guys that showed me to go back to it. Set up camp. Was totally bored for 5 hours from noon to 5 till a tremendous storm blew in (as well as hundreds of sheep in our site). Went to bed at 630pm out of boredom. Got up at 6pm, but no one from the site or anywhere else was going to the top that day due to the weather. Darn, I can't do it alone. I walked to the boulderfield before Gunsight. It started up with 50 mph winds, hail, lightning and thunder. Cowered under a boulder and some small shrubs for an hour till it passed. I HAD To make it to the top!!!
I started up again, didn't know what the path really was, it seemed to end at the boulder field so starting walking up it. STUPID ME. It started getting dangerously wet and rainy and stormy again. I was all alone. This seems wrong. I looked up and saw guys WAY up on the ridge. I realized the boulder field couldn't be right. They seemed to be on a switch back path I'd miss.
I panicked and starting running towards them right up the hill. They were so far down now but I shouted to them asking "IS THIS THE RIGHT WAY TO KING'S PEAK!???"
They said "YES!" I asked them if they made it to the top. They shouted that the weather was horrible and that no one would most likely make it up that day. It was front after front coming in and they could only see it from much nearer the top.
I ran as fast as I could to catch up to them and we talked for a while. I went back to my camp site. Some people were saying in a few hours they were going to make a push for the top, but huge storm clouds draped over the mtn.
I decided to give it up, get back to my family member who was pretty old and have a free day to hang out with him in Salt Lake City. The somewhat selfish thing would have been to sleep one more night there, regroup my brain and motivation and try it again but I"m sure he was lonely and had never even camped on his own before.
I made the right decision when I saw him many hours later. He was surprised but so glad to see me. We spent the next day our free day, seeing the Mormon Tabernacle choir sing in SLC and saw 3 independent films back to back.
Sometimes, being with your family is more important than bagging that next peak. Will try again next Labor Day Weekend if anyone wants to join
The weird thing is that I basically hiked up that mountain for 2 days and didn't pass one person going up... all going down. The day I left the mountain, I passed over 100 people coming up!!! It's like they just knew that great weather was coming.
Apparently it hadn't rained in like 2 months up there and the 2 days I was there it rained and stormed. Dumb lack of luck.