|Our planned ski area (Friday evening)|
We woke to clear skies and little wind with temps hovering around freezing. We had a quick bite to eat, shouldered our packs and headed up in the dark.
|Packs ready to go|
In one of these TR, he uses the phrase, "flood ravaged stream bed," which if you added rotten snow to the description would detail our trip through the lower canyon. We were hoping to make quick time up this lower section, possibly even skin it. Since it hadn't gotten too cold the night before, the snow hadn't frozen much resulting in a lot of post holing. This was the best kind too, where you took several steps before the snow collapsed and you sank to your thigh! We took two hours of this fun before we reached a point at 8500 feet where we could finally put our skis on.
|Dylan enjoying himself|
|Looking down Pete Creek|
|Still wishing we had our skis on our feet!|
|The White Knobs across the valley|
|Dylan leading the way up the summit ridge. Breitenbach is the on the left.|
|Our wide open, steep ski run|
|Dylan looking for more fun|
|Pete Creek's finest|
|When will the misery end?|