First, I want to come completely clean. This is NOT a photo I took today on the top of Mount Benson. This is from an earlier visit. You see, the weather was so crazy that I couldn’t take my camera out once – not once in the five hours it took to get to the top and back down.
We had drizzle, rain, wet snow, snow and then gale force winds at the top.
In other words, we reached the top and said, “Yep. we’re here. Let’s get the hell down.” And in the tiny space of time we were up there, I almost got picked up by the wind twice.
As for lunch, which we had in a sheltered spot – that took all of two minutes to wolf down after which we had to put our hands into the warm Arctic mittens in order to get some feeling back into them.
Still – it was good exercise right? Right? Did I mention we went up from Westwood Lake? Yeah – the longer route. Why not? This gave us more time to get soaked right to the skin even through our Goretex.
When I got home, it was to find Paul and Ticker in full-on attack mode on my place and the garage and the stable. Patti had been in earlier – Paul thinks he found the hole that let the rat in alongside the bathtub plumbing in the little storage space. Apparently, lots of rat poop that Patti cleaned up. And now the guys were plugging every single possible hole with steel wool.
I am so grateful to them.
And there it is – my day. The best part? – my long, hot bubble bath when I got home. I was so damn chilled.
But there it is folks – winter hiking on the West Coast. It’s enough to make you long for deep powder and extreme snowshoeing.