Thanks all . . . made it. Spent the first day, about three hours getting up to the second bathroom ( what a goal, eh?) on the road to Glacier point––the road was basically a sheet of ice and my inexperience found that it was easier to shuffle along without the skins . . . like one foot in front of the other.
My friends both elected to dump their rented AT set-ups in favor of walking and snowshoeing, but I just had to test myself with a pack on and less than perfect conditions––no powder, no slush, just ice and an ancient pair of Scarpa's.
So we made about four miles the first day (having started at about 1 p.m. and finished at 4:30) and next day, skied, skinned (me, anyway) if you could call it that, six miles up to the Glacier point lodge. We saw no one the entire day (a thursday) . . . skied back for dinner, booze, a blazing dead wood fire and . . . got up friday, skied out by 1030, drove back to SF as fast as possible so one of us could go to work, while I elected to sit in a tub and drink the aches away. http://picasaweb.google.com/10823179362 ... eat=email#