
| A little more than this overweight smoker should chew, but I pulled it off anyway! Made it to the summit around 7 pm, and the evening light was really nice for photos (sorry, lost the CD). We camped on the ridge above the meadows where we had a few cold ones chillin' in the snow. The gully was barely passable (had to squeeze through the moat). My moron buddy thought he'd just glissade down the runout of this gully which was ice-hard at 8 am. Needless to say, he "glissaded" on his rear-end while dislocating his shoulder grabbing at branches whizzing by. I, on the other hand, opted to skin my rear-end, and wreck my knee avoiding the runout. Perhaps that 3rd cup of coffee before heading down would have been a good idea... |