...And to Rossland we came. The goal here was to complete yet another overnight backcountry trip. We aimed our sights at the mountain named Old Glory, which we were informed had an old fire lookout cabin on the peak where we could hunker down. Wihtough wanting to take our chances, we aimed for this cabin, but also took a tent in the event that it was full, non existant, broken or soggy. After a day of heavy hiking, in thick soup-like fog/clouds and a wind that nearly took my hair off my scalp, we found that is was empty, existant, not broken and quite dry. Dry, unlike the outside, was key here. So, we stayd for the remainder of the day, the night and a good chunk of the next morning before heading back down. The wind howled all night, shaking this poor little abode on the mountain peak, but we stayd warm (ish) and dry (ish) for the night and got a pretty cool experience out of it.
At the cabin door, which was pretty much the first proof that it existed as we could not see regularly for more than 20 m ahead of us during the hike up.
Me preparing tea to fight the cold and the ... cold.
After hours of being withing the clouds, they gave us a treat of a hailstorm making the scene that felt wintery, look wintery.
This is the view from our cabin door as we pondered dinner and drank in the relative calmness of being the sole living forms on a mountain peak...perhaps there were other critter about, but they were silently bracing themselves against the storm and had no time to welcome us with chirps, buzzes or calls.
After hours of being withing the clouds, they gave us a treat of a hailstorm making the scene that felt wintery, look wintery.
This is the view from our cabin door as we pondered dinner and drank in the relative calmness of being the sole living forms on a mountain peak...perhaps there were other critter about, but they were silently bracing themselves against the storm and had no time to welcome us with chirps, buzzes or calls.
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