I wasn’t planning on a snowshoe today, but Peter said it was going to be sunny so why not? Why not indeed.
I met him at Three Forks to explore the back side of Idaho Peak. There were trails, he said. views, he said. So, practicing good social distancing, we strapped on snowshoes and scrunched our way up.
The “trail” was, initially, an old mining road. Okay, not great but what the heck. We followed it. It got narrower. Peter wielded his machete in several spots. Then we did a bit of a climb and came out on a precarious outcropping with a view and no further possibilities of continuing.
Well then, perhaps we had taken the wrong “trail.”
We backtracked and found another track. This one looked like it had real possibilities, except for the fact that it was clearly a road with long, long switchbacks through many tall, dark trees on the north face of Idaho. Those who know me, know how I feel about hiking or shoeing on roads so I shall desist from carrying on a diatribe. The temptation, however, is strong.
Up and up and up and forever up and then, just like that, the road stopped. Dead end – and for no apparent reason. It just stopped. So we turned around and headed down – for about five minutes. Wait! There! Another road. Okay, up we went and the “trail” narrowed. We climbed up briefly and steeply and came out on a sun-soaked bench with quite a lovely view of the Goat Range.
Happily, this was right at lunch time. The timing was perfect.
After lunch we crunched our way back down the switchbacks. Peter opined that this wasn’t so bad a hike. I said that I would never snowshoe in the area again. Not. Ever.
Other than that, it was a lovely day.