Its not too tough to orient my way back down. Follow the snowy ridgeline.
A World Below
Its hard to give up this view. Really it is...
I tell you what. If I never see intermittent snow again I'll be totally fine.
Countless boulders do NOT make for an easy march down. My poor knees.
It took hardly any time at all to get down below the peak. No avalanche of rocks please.
How often did I curse these wonderful stones? Many.
My Left Foot
...and its snow-walking extension.
I really wasn't too off put by the windfarm below. Its clean energy right?
Future Boulder Farm
All these stone boulders had to start somewhere.
From up here, that massive mountain range doesn't seem so big afterall.
What are you looking at camera?! Why so serious?
The Long Handle
My walking stick hardly needed my help standing upright.
Without these snowshoes, my treck to the top would have been much wetter. Or would it really have been?
Been to the Top
...and these eyes will ne'er be the same.
Somewhere under all this snow is a path. Did I ever find it? No.
Easy way of not getting turned around in the snow. Just follow your old prints.
As I got lower, these distant mountains got taller.
Row by Row
Thank you wind!
Pointing me in the right direction.
A series of clumped rough stones make for the not-so-sturdiest of mountains.
...kind of likey air supply.
The forest below appear to be encroaching on the clearly limited farmed space below.
Not too long before the snow really starts to thin out.
Trampled Under Foot
My feet were far from warm.
More times than I wish to count, I had this stick watching my back, making sure I didn't plumit to an untimely demise.
It took me so much less time to cover that distance on the way down. I'm relieved but longing on my look back.
A peak around the edge of the mountain.
Before long the peak would eventually fade from view.
I tell you what, my knees were please to be off the angle.
Wheeler Peak Status: Bagged!