| Adventure on Lindsey
I started hiking about 3:30. a short while later I came to a stream. I followed the trail on the right for a while and it became really faint and obvious that it wasn't the right trail. I turned around and immediately got lost. Great way to start the day. I found my way back after a few minutes and went back to the stream. There were a few puny logs for a crossing and it looked like there was a trail on the other side, so I crossed it, amazingly without getting wet or cracking my skull. The trail was okay for a while but then seemed to disappear. Not wanting to get lost in the dark (again), I went back across the stream. I started back the way I came when I ran into a couple guys, Gilbert and Abraham, who were also doing Lindsey. I walked with them as far as the stream and we couldn't decide which way to go. Then four guys came by who had maps and a GPS. We followed them on the right side of the stream and stayed on the trail most of the time. Apparently, at some point we should have turned left, but we ended up going almost all the way to the end of the gully we were in. Here's a view from there.
The first two guys went back the way we came, and I followed the other guys up over the ridge. Unfortunately, they were in decent shape, whereas I treat my body like a nuclear testing ground. I managed to pretty much keep up with them (I think), and we bushwhacked our way up over the ridge. After we got over the ridge, we found the trail and had a good laugh. We started down the trail and I didn't want to slow them down so I told them to go on without me. I took a nice relaxing break and then continued at my usual glacial pace. My first view of Lindsey.
A view from the ridge
Saw a lot of marmots
For some reason, walking up steep switchbacks kills me, but I could climb rocks all day. I seemed to pick up my pace somewhat. At one point I was following what looked like a trail, but I ended up scaling some rocks that led nowhere and had to climb back down again. When I found the right path, some guy told me that right after a snow patch he went straight up when there was a much easier route. So that's exactly what I did. I didn't mean to, of course. After I passed the snow, I followed what looked like the best route. I ended up climbing straight up to the top and it was all scree, and a lot of the rocks that looked stable were loose. Which would be all well and good if I had ever done that kind of climbing before, but I hadn't. So I gave myself a crash course. I slowly, methodically, and agonizingly worked my way to the top. I was mentally and physically exhausted, but I was vaguely aware of a sense of satisfaction somewhere in the back of my mind. I was on the top, but of course it was the top on the other side of the summit. It was an easy cakewalk to the summit, and Gilbert and Abraham were there. We all congratulated each other and they told me where I had gone wrong on the last part.
Some summit shots
Some alpine lakes
I never saw the guys I was climbing with before, but one of them signed the register so I know they made it. Congratulations Alex, Andy, Daniel, and Mike. (I'm pretty sure those are their names) I wasn't ready to leave when G&A did, and I was hoping I could find the right way down. But a couple guys came up right after they left, and I followed them down. I could have saved a lot of time if I had gone up that way.
The weather couldn't have been better. It was warm and sunny and no storm clouds anywhere. I worked my way down, trying to enjoy the scenery and take as many pictures as possible.
I got to the place where we came over the ridge and found the trail. All I had to do now was follow the trail down to my car. So naturally, after a few minutes the trail disappeared right before my very eyes. Either that or I wandered off it and was too clueless to find it. Either way, the trail was gone. Because of my earlier adventure, I knew the lay of the land. I knew that if I kept going down the ridge to my left would disappear and I'd meet the trail, or at least the stream nest to the trail. So I climbed down these rocks.
As soon as I got past them, I looked up and saw the trail above me. My instincts were right for a change. I followed the trail and the stream all the way down. Everything was in bloom.
I was too tired to go check out this mine.
I kept following the trail down and eventually it led me to...the stream that I crossed first thing in the morning. It seems that I was on the right trail then. So I took a very roundabout route, but it was a great time. Can't wait for next weekend.
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