July 30, 2007
Did not make the summit here.
I got to the trailhead about 7:30pm the night before. I hiked in the 7-odd miles to the lake at the base of the mountain, threw down a sleeping pad and bag, and got to sleep sometime after 11pm. It was cold. I woke up at 4am and was moving in about 10 minutes.
View from pretty high up:
The summit ridge. I turned back from where I took this picture because it was getting late:
Taken on the way back down:
I was exhausted and slept a long, long time when I got home.
July 4, 2007
This is where it gets really stupid.
Andrew and I left Denver, at probably 2 in the morning, it might’ve been a little earlier. I’d been here before in early spring, but was turned back by a combination of exhaustion and an incoming blizzard.
Skis? Are these guys out of their friggin’ minds? (The answer is yes.)
Incredible views when you get to the top of the ridge.
Andrew on the summit, wondering just how stupid what we’re about to do is:
Me, already knowing:
Remember, this is the 4th of July:
The snow was good for a couple hundred feet, but then it was completely unconsolidated. We were sinking knee-deep with our feet on in heavy, heavy slush. That lead to this:
Yes, it’s as steep as it looks.
On the way home a tire blew out. I was pissed.