I sure wished that I had you, Scott, and Steve helping to break in a route. This snow plow ran out of gas. Sinking in the snow covered brush is bad enough, but when one sinks even further while trying to get out, sheesh
At about 10 K, looking up at the Miller Saddle. Made it part way up before turning around and heading back down to the little forest. Even going downhill I sometimes sank in up to my hips and had to rock back and forth to get out.
Heading down towards Cornell.
Snowshoe tracks on the right from summit attempt, snowshoe tracks on the left coming back down after having a snack in the forest.
An exquisite White Christmas on my favorite mountain.
Miles of smiles,