I realize that this is a bit anticlimactic, but that little red “You are here” dot shows us at the end of a two-kilometer stretch, over half of which was pure, snowy hell. The trail would have been difficult to navigate normally with its smooth, slippery rocks, but hidden under twenty centimeters of snow? I’m amazed we made it without breaking our ankles. And of course the snow just continued to get deeper. At one point, near the end of this hellish stretch, we were trudging through half a meter or so of drifts. In April. I was very glad we had brought warm clothing.
At any rate, I didn’t feel either confident or warm enough to take out my camera and try to take any photos until this point.