Black Lake Walk

Jon and I were up early skiing over rocks down the Glen Alps trail by headlamp. Despite our best intentions and efforts to go climbing the relentless wind and lack of ice on the route defeated us.

The Football Field

 

There was a time that I would have climbed the 30 feet of ice that's called blue something or another, but with age comes experience and the knowledge of how cold belaying in spindrift is. Jon was in agreement, and we bailed back the way we came.

Black Lake