We hunkered down beneath giant granite blocks to grab a snack and escape the increasing ridge-top wind.
Blowing snow blasted us along the final summit ridge.
I like to fancy myself a mountain goat at times, graceful and skilled at mountain travel and impervious to the weather.
The reality today was we were just men a little late to ski our objective
Rising avalanche risk, 40mph gusts and snotty frozen faces convinced us to turn back.
Another lovely day in the mountains!
Courtney with a quick glance back as we got the hell out of there. We'll be back!