Rob and I drove up the West Fork of the Dolores road to the quaint resort of Dunton. Allow me to digress for a moment. Dunton was for sale in the early 1980's for, if failing memory is correct, about $100,000. I wanted to buy it but was paying 18% interest on my $50,000 mortgage for my first house and had not a shekel to spare. Dunton was sold to a Swiss group, I think, who developed it into a high class resort which now costs many shekels to stay. Story of my life, many dollars short and a day late.
From Dunton we turned onto FS 611 road the until we reached where Fish Creek comes down between Dolores Peak and Middle Peak. There is an unsigned road which goes a very short way up Fish Creek and stops in a large parking area. We started hiking at 0755 with temp of 3 degrees F. From the parking area we crossed Fish Creek and soon after turned right up an old trail which disappeared in the snow.
Dolores Peak (on the right) and Middle Peak (on the left with summit out of sight) looking frosty. Aim for the saddle between Dolores and Middle Peaks. 
Go though the forest on the east side of Fish Creek. 

Looking down after getting above timberline. Fish Creek can be seen downhill on Rob's left side. We were in the creek bed intermittently on both the ascent and descent but, for reasons to be explained later, it is best not to stay in the creek bed but to be on the shoulder on Rob's right.
Looking up at the saddle. 
Rob almost to the saddle.
Upon reaching the saddle we were greeted with a view that relatively few ever see. It took a while for us to realize we were looking at the Wilson Group. The "Great Gates of Kiev" played in my mind. Kilpacker Basin is on the right and Navajo Basin is on the left under the clouds.
Turn right at the saddle and ascend the ridge. 

osprey below the summit. 
Rob coming up the final ridge. 

Rob on the summit. It was quiet cold. The wind was blowing and the wind chill was at least in the minus single digits. Rob had trouble with cold hands on most of the climb. It had taken us 5 hours and 10 minutes to go 3.8 miles from the trailhead to the summit. We were planning on also going for Middle Peak but felt it best to head back to the corral. 
On the way down we used the creek bed which turned out to be a mistake. Almost simultaneously I stepped into a snow hole and fell onto a rock landing heavily on my right elbow while Rob stepped into another hole and put his left foot into a pool of what was probably the only unfrozen water in the entire upper creek. Rob did not seem to be damaged but it took a while to extricate myself from the snow hole and then I had to hang my head between my knees for a few minutes until some faintness passed. We resumed our descent and reached the car within an hour. Neither of us seemed to be the worse for wear other than Rob's fingers were numb and tingly and my elbow had some scabs.
It was a surprise when Rob texted me later that night saying he was in the ER with frostbitten toes on the foot he had gotten wet. It was hard to believe that frostbite could develop within an hour of his wetting his foot .



Epilogue
Rob was on injured reserve for 3 weeks off but has resumed pursuing the Frozen Arts.
