(The Scouts headed down the trail)
This was to be a training hike building the boys up for more difficult hikes later this summer. For several of our Scouts this was their first time backpacking.
Things started off rather normally. We hiked, slower than expected, to a place called Lily Meadows (6,250 feet) where we had a small amount of unexpected snow the first night.
(View from the tent)
Not expecting worse, we pressed on to Sheep Camp (a little over 8,000 feet) where we encountered an unexpected storm. We were hit with snow pellets and strong winds. It was at this point that we abandoned the idea of reaching the summit. I slept in a little 1-man tent and the winds were so strong I placed large rocks on top of the tent stakes, but during the evening two of the stakes were ripped from the ground.
(Contemplating a 5 o'clock bedtime)
While we didn't expect the storm, we're Scouts and well prepared for unexpected situations. Although I must admit, I felt a bit like an arctic explorer that night with the wind and snow whipping my tiny tent.
(You always think you're tough until you find the boy who proves you wrong)
The next morning all was better and it even warmed up hike home in a t-shirt. What an odd and fierce little storm. I went up to the ridge line to look at the view, which would have been close to what we would have seen from the top.
All the boys had fun and made it home safe, which is the real measure of a good trip.
(My son Andrew, on right, with friend Spero)