(1) The Wedge Pond. The trail follows the interpretive trail
for a little bit then enters the forest.
(2) I just followed a dried-up drainage at first then it eventually
turned into the trail. As I was hiking through the forest I
noticed a lot of fresh scratches on a lot of trees. It freaked
me out the whole time so I kept yelling senselessly.
(1) Farther up the treeline, the snow got deeper and deeper.
I followed a bunch of snowshoe tracks, but of course it didn't
stop me from sinking.
(2) Closer to the summit, I had no choice but to cross this
avalanche-prone area. I had to stay close to something, a tree
or a big rock so I could attach myself to it just in case the
snow starts sliding. The snow from the treeline already gave
me an idea of the possibility of a slide.
(1)
Here's the ridge to the second summit. It's got a big no-no
written all over it.
(2) I always do what I can to reach the summit, but after
a second step on this part of the ridge, I triggered an avalanche
and it scared the shit out of me. Enough to convince me to
turn back.
