On 2014-11-02, I climbed North Dome with Jon from this forum and Jon's friend Chris. This trip was a personal pilgrimage for me, since my step-grandfather disappeared in 1940 after starting out for North Dome from his cabin in Spruceton. He was never heard from again, and his body was never found, even after the mountain was combed by hundreds of searchers. The mountain became quite a bugbear for my family, and I think I'm the first family member to make it back to the site since the tragic events unfolded.
More of the story can be found at
my blog.
I signed him in at the canister.
Kevin at the summit by
ke9tv, on Flickr
Memorial inscription by
ke9tv, on Flickr
Thanks to Jon and Chris for putting up with a nervous Nellie.
I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am. I'm right here.