some pics from before the break
Here was the gorgeous ridge above Breckenridge that I was looking forward to climbing over.
One of the great joys of a long journey over rough country is that quiet sense of confidence that you'll get over any obstacle. Looking at this scene for an hour or so as I approached, I was tracing lines by which the trail might go.
However, within the span of fifteen minutes, the weather changed drastically. As thunder pealed across the valley, I descended to Frisco, as I related in the last post. The next time I'd see these peaks would be in the evening from the other side... Now with a dusting of fresh snow.
The next day, I was in upper Hermann Gulch, looking back to the south:
Alas, my high point was soon after.
But I did get back on the trail, as I'll relate next!
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