530 AM waiting on the van to pick me up for my 16 hour drive to Mt Fuji.
Branding of the sticks. I was able to make it all the way to the 9.5 station on the Fujinomiya trail. After I left the 8th station I began to get dizzy and my heart began to race, this was very unusual for me as I have climbed 4 mountains in the last 2 months and had not had any problems before, I slowed my pace down and was hoping this would take care of the problem. I reached the 9th station not any better and began to feel nauseous. We moved on to the 9.5 station and this is where I can officially say I puked on Fuji. ( I can laugh now) I took in 2 oxygen tanks hoping this would be the cure as I only had 600 feet to go to the top of this 12,776 foot Mt. The oxygen did nothing for me my pulse was 127 and my oxygen level was down to 83 when it should of been 99. I was feeling worse and the reality of me not getting to the top was setting in causing me to cry and making it even harder to breathe. The decision was made that I was to go down the Mt and would not be making it to the top. The broke my heart but I know there is no way I could of reached the top without passing out. A great friend of mine Sallie told me she would come down the Mt with me but I told her no, she graciously took my stick and got it branded at the top of the Mt. My mind is still debating if I should try it again next year or if my journey on the Mt is over. Time will tell. Enjoy the pictures below.
Good Luck pole, for making it to the top.
Had to pay to use the bathroom at each station I spent about 2000 yen which is about $21.00. I had drank 3 liters of water before getting to the 8th station.
This is how they recycle the poop lol
This was at 1am at the 5th station on the Fujinomiya Trail.
This was at the top of the 9th station, I know this picture is out of order sorry.
This was around the 7th Station sunrise.
Going up towards the 8th station.
Yes we climbed like this for 14 hours pretty insane.
More people coming up the trail.
Branding of the stamps you can get at each station they were 200 yen and a way to mark how far up you were able to get.
Already far up.
Slowly getting there.
More entertainment :)
Finally getting a relief pitcher, but it was already too late.
Branding of the sticks. I was able to make it all the way to the 9.5 station on the Fujinomiya trail. After I left the 8th station I began to get dizzy and my heart began to race, this was very unusual for me as I have climbed 4 mountains in the last 2 months and had not had any problems before, I slowed my pace down and was hoping this would take care of the problem. I reached the 9th station not any better and began to feel nauseous. We moved on to the 9.5 station and this is where I can officially say I puked on Fuji. ( I can laugh now) I took in 2 oxygen tanks hoping this would be the cure as I only had 600 feet to go to the top of this 12,776 foot Mt. The oxygen did nothing for me my pulse was 127 and my oxygen level was down to 83 when it should of been 99. I was feeling worse and the reality of me not getting to the top was setting in causing me to cry and making it even harder to breathe. The decision was made that I was to go down the Mt and would not be making it to the top. The broke my heart but I know there is no way I could of reached the top without passing out. A great friend of mine Sallie told me she would come down the Mt with me but I told her no, she graciously took my stick and got it branded at the top of the Mt. My mind is still debating if I should try it again next year or if my journey on the Mt is over. Time will tell. Enjoy the pictures below.
This was at the top of the 9th station, I know this picture is out of order sorry.
After dinner we hit the bars think we went to a total of 4 last night.
