Finally made it to Mt Conness. Was going to climb it on labor day, but saw alot of people in the park, and decided to head through to Big Pine and try Middle Palisade (didn't make it, but the south fork of big pine creek is awesome). After humping up 3000 feet with a full pack just to get to the approach as in Middle Pal, I decided this week to stay at Sawmill Campground instead, where I had to carry my backpack all of about 200 yards, and than on the following day I'd try Conness' East Ridge route. Went a little high on the East Buttress and ridge. Seemed like an endless act of climbing sideways traversing that section. Could've gone a slightly different way up to the first bench where there was a small tarn, but from below it didn't look like any class 3 climbing possible. There probably was, but what the heck, I did more climbing than I intended. Got to the junction of the east ridge with the summit plateau at a notch in the ridge that allows you a great view to the north and the conness glacier. It's about 20 x 20 ft wide x height. I have to say though, this part of the climb up to the plateau looked intimidating. But as usual, once I started climbing on what seemed pretty vertical, everything worked itself out, and there were plenty of ways up. Alot of small very steep use trails in sections, but preferred to climb on solid rock up this massive section and head for what seemed the only way up and over. I'd save the use trails for surfing back down. Got to the plateau, and there it was, the summit with it's curved catwalk. Two things I got all wrong on first viewing the summit. First, it looked like the climbing was done once on the plateau. It looked as if the way to the top was relatively shallow, and that actual summit was not much higher than from where one would start climbing the final section to the summit. Second, I figured the summit was massive. not as big as Whitney or Half Dome, but big. Well, once I got to the base of the summit, it was apparent that there was still some climbing to do. The summit catwalk is quite a ride as well, exhilarating, with several exposed sections. Nothing that really stopped me, or even slowed me down really, but something that demands your attention and respect when navigating those sections. And than when I finally got to the summit, I was surprised at how small it was. There were seven of us up there, and it was a little bit of a squeeze. I actually like small summits because you feel like on top of something. We all noted alot of smoke coming out of the hetch hetchy area. Was there a fire out there sunday? Anyway, the views were incredible. Met a very nice couple from Mammoth, and climbed down with them. We met a few guys coming up. Unfortunately one of them froze at the first exposed section, and his mates seemed a bit nervous as a result. The couple from Mammoth tried to coax him up, because they had met him earlier in the Sawmill parking lot, but no go. I can relate though. Before I started climbing/backpacking, and had a sense of my abilities on rock, and an understanding of the incredible grippiness of the granite, like glue, I would've probably froze as well. I'm not very brave.
Went down with the couple from mammoth because they missed the the turn-off up to alpine lake that morning, and ended up following the east-side trail all the way around the plateau and coming up what they thought was a boring class 2. I showed them where to drop down the east ridge/plateau junction to the notch. From there instead of taking my long-winded traverse back across the east ridge and buttress, we dropped down to alpine lake. Beautiful lake. From there we managed to find a very faint use trail down a relatively steep section to the main meadow and the Sawmill/Saddlebag trail. We got back and they invited me to what I always thought of as a kind of truck stop for over-priced gas down on the junction of 395 and 120. Turns out they have live music, a lively crowd, excellent beer, and apparently gourmet food. I had the fish tacos, and they were great, though honestly, after a couple days of backpacking food, it's all gourmet. But it was a genuinely fun place to hang out and kick back a couple of brews after a good climb. They were surprised I had never eaten there. I guess it gets rave reviews in many of the national travel guides.
Oh, and when I got to Sawmill on the first night, it was full, but the host was leaving for a couple days on family business, and said I could stay in her campsite if I wanted. So long as I didn't mind people asking me for firewood or toilet paper. No worries I said. I thought that was very nice of her. All in all a very good trip. Thanks for all the good input.