Today, as Kathleen would put it, was an exercise in “extreme snowshoeing.”
And apparently, that was fine with all of us. We revisited Wolf Peak, this time heading toward the pass and across that gorgeous white bowl. Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe it and I’m pretty sure the photos will not do it justice.
The pass was everything I thought it might be – spectacular views and wild beauty. And then we started up the peak. We were about 15 or so minutes into it when we had a lengthy discussion about how best to summit. Ben thought without snowshoes. I’m pretty sure he was right at that point. The snow was crazy deep and the ascent was crazy steep. I was of the opinion that yes – but not without crampons and mine were at home.
And so we chose to go back down, across the other side of the bowl and up that gorgeous sunswept hump where we had lunch the first time we were here. And the sun was out and it was, once again, an utterly idyllic spot.
And then we went down. This time, quite simply, straight down. I think this is the part where “extreme” was fitting. But we had tons of fun. lots of laughing, and a heavenly day.