The interesting part about Whitney is that it is both accessible and challenging. There is a trail to the top – a long, wearying, high level grind of trail, but trail nonetheless. Which results in people trying it. A lot of people. Therefore, the permit system is there, which is a pain, but still needed. On the top you will find granite in big slabs that seem carved. The views at the top are limitless. On one side is the Owens Valley, the Crest of the Sierra rolling off in either direction. It is the type of location where you sit at the top, eat a sad sandwich, and feel pretty good about life in spite of your screaming knees.
I will not pretend to have submitted all these. But I have lived enough to stare up at big rocks, to give an opinion about them, and I have done the research to support my opinion. So what is the criteria that differentiates between an ugly and beautiful mountain? That is the annoying part, and it is totally subjective. While some lose their sanity over the jagged drama of Tetons, others desire the perfect volcanic cone of Shasta. Me? I am a sucker to anything that appears different every time the light changes.