Conundrum Hot Springs peaks, I guess they're okay.
Ben, Indy, and I made the 8.5 mile hike to the hot springs on, get this, a well groomed trail. There were bridges over the creek. Can you believe that, bridges. I thought this was supposed to be a wilderness experience with deep wild water crossings. A bear had the nerve to run into the willows before I could snap a photo of it. I thought wildlife was supposed to do what man told it to. So I ran pell mell towards the rogue ursus americanus cursing it to sit still and pose for a picture. It was a futile effort doomed from the start. We finally reached the springs and some guy had the nerve to invite us to share his campsite with him. What is this country turning into, communist Russia? It was evening time, so a dip in the heated water was in order. Let me tell you what, I saw things that will never get out of this innocent Kansas farm boy's head, I am of course talking about the sunset. We conversed with the local commune of hippies in the pool. Growing up in Kansas and watching Fox News I was led to believe hippies were the bane of society and these bums were just freeloaders. My whole worldview was crashing before my very eyes. One guy named Evan even helped us identify edible plants. I fell asleep in the tent that night pondering pagan and new age religions.
We awoke the next morning to thunder at 6:30. This was really turning into a dumpy sort of place. After the showers ceased we headed up the valley towards 13162. I stubbed my toe on a rock while admiring the contrast of clouds and flowers. I will certainly be writing a letter to White River National Forest so they will remove all flowers, rocks, and clouds so future hikers will not injure their phalanges.
The gully leading to the saddle was steep and there was no escalator taking us over the loose terrain. Once on the ridge I almost fell of because it lacked a guard rail and one of those signs with a falling person. I will be pursuing litigation for a scraped knee on an abrasive rock.
Looking down ascent gully
I was appalled by the fact that there were still loose rocks on the ridge and that there was not a mountain goat there to carry my pack to the summit. I thought the forest service as a part of their 13ers initiative were placing trained goats on the summit ridge to do our bidding. Once on top I really wanted an overpriced donut. Where is the wilderness donut program for people like me who want a deep fried treat on top of all mountains.
We returned the way we came, I tried to hitch a ride from a ptarmigan. It said #%## you. Come to think of it, ptarmigans don't talk. I'm not sure what edible plant Evan showed us.
All in all I would have to say Bross is a way better wilderness experience.
And now for something completely different coming in part 2