On May 26, 2014, my husband John embarked on a guided climb of Liberty Ridge – a technical route on Mount Rainier. John had summited Rainer 3 times before and hoped to climb it once a year moving forward. Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest, he had a long term love affair with the mountain and in fact told me many times that, when he died, he wanted his ashes spread in one of its many crevasses. On May 28, day 3 of the climb, his group of 6 (4 clients and 2 guides) spent 2 hours digging out tent platforms in order to hole up for the night and attempt the summit in the morning. During the night, an avalanche swept them off the ridge, 3300 feet straight down onto the Carbon Glacier. They all died instantly. At that time, our children were age 5 and 9 and we had recently celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary. John was 40 and I was 39.
This blog is the story of my grief.