The creek was just a welcome trickle.
The sun gets low early in the canyon this time of year.
Exploring around the campsite.
This reminded me of the knitting projects of April that use multiple needles.
Cooking dinner in twilight.
Sunday morning. The thermometer shows that it is still below 30 degrees. The boys moved into the tent in the dark early morning hours. It was a lot colder that we anticipated.
The morning sun coming over the canyon.
Boiling water for breakfast. A campfire would have been nice last night. It would have been especially nice to warm up to this morning.
The morning light plays in the canyon.
Filtering water for the hike back.
Ready to return home, not wanting to stay another night in the subfreezing temperatures. So the peak will wait for another day,
The low clouds and fog down below.
Packs off rest at the same spot as the day before, after about an hour and a half of hiking.
One particularly washed out spot on the lower portion of the the trail.
A lot of standing dead wood, I assume from the bark beatle.
This last mile was particularly uncomfortable walking for me on the endless rocks.
The trail is the drainage. Not an erosion bar in sight.
Back at the trailhead.