Here are some very, very old photos that Carole found of me. They were taken on a backpacking trip in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. 1980, I think. The amazing thing about that trip was that I expected some cool temperatures (the second day of the trip was May 1st), but I was not expecting very deep snow. Which is exactly what we encountered. On the way up Mount LeConte the snow was over knee-deep and we never made the summit. Ended up pitching a tent on a random spot on a ridge.
Still hoping to get to the summit. Had to give up some time later. |
Man, I was already tired with many more miles to go that day. |
This was very close to the time when we realized we weren't going to make the summit of LeConte. |
The sun greeted us. I was sick from sleeping on snow that had compacted to solid ice. |
Looking at my trail guide as we descended LeConte and headed down to Newfound Gap. |
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I want to hear some conveying on this blog after you finish the job on Friday and Saturday in 103 and 104 deg heat respectively.
I'll make that motion this moment.
Yeah, I've been fearing the coming heat.
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