Sunday Sierrablogging

Granite Lake in Emigrant Wilderness, August 2000, on a trip with my (then 11-year-old) son the evening before it started snowing on us. We spent the whole next day in our coffin-sized tent and hiked out the following morning while it was still snowing, finding our way back to the trail in 200' visibility over snow-slick granite, me thinking the whole way this is a TV movie of the week just waiting to happen. Which is why we call this one Death Trip 2000.

[That's all, folks]