Beautiful, crisp fall day. The snowmass was all powdery snow about a foot deep...made for lots of post-holing. We headed straight up the steeper gully closer to the summit which was an interesting snow thrash. Final ridge scramble was short and sweet. No problems. Descent sucked. Camp at Snowmass Lake was one of my favorite spots in Colorado!
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