Previously, I'm Climbing Gold.

There was this ideal that somehow you were pursuing something that was more personally

valuable to your life than anything the traditional world offered.

Everybody was too much of a misfit, and none of us fit in.

Camp four was the center for climbing.

Climbing offered this opportunity to test yourself against the world.

So you're saying that the Stone Masters, they smoke too much weed and they slap climbed at a high level.

Yeah, more or less.

It's a big plane.

It's got a 76 foot wingspan.

It's flying at well over 300 miles an hour.

So they're flying this thing in roughly 50 to

60 feet. The left wing dropped a little. And that's what caught the trees. The plane can't stay in

the air. It ends up crashing into lower Merced Pass Lake, generally affectionately referred to it

as dope lake. Yeah, okay. I'm starting to piece it together.

Holy shit. There's an airplane and it's full of marijuana.

Next question. This is part two of dope lake.

A four-part series on one of climbing's most unbelievable true stories.

Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

I'm Alex Arnold.

I'm Fitzgerhal.

And I'm Lauren Delane Miller.

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