On a very cold dark morning…
We started climbing through snow, ice, creeks, and dry ground.
Up to 10,000 ft.
At 13,800 ft, I clocked out due to hypoxia. Stephen kept going to 14,200 ft. He reached the summit to Mt. Bierstadt! I don’t have those pictures since I was huddled in boulders with a bunch of pikas and packing snow on my knee that I twisted during a fall.
The storms kept coming with snow, ice, and rain so we descended as quickly as we could.
And got back to camp around 2 pm to warm up. For dinner, I thought he deserved a real nice meal for all the hard work he did climbing that mountain. . .
Well, I did at a little more to the pan later. Then the ice and snow returned to camp so we took dinner inside the tent. Steaks and potatoes.
Tomorrow, we head to a condo in Breckenridge for a few days. We need showers and a real bed for a while. The time is flying by way too fast.