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.|