With a weather forecast that was far more winter-like than the previous couple weekends, I decided to stay a little lower. Around 8,000 feet I found portions of the Ben Tyler trail leading into the Lost Creek Wilderness bare.
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Soon the trail headed into the woods and a sheltered valley. Snow was no consistent, but the trail had been packed down in the weeks prior. At least until around 10,400 feet, where either everyone had given up or the winds had drifted over their handiwork. I’d had ambitious goals of reaching a couple peaks, but the nearest was over a mile away and over another 1,500 feet above me. Between us stood knee to mid-thigh deep sugar snow. Being solo, I didn’t feel like building such a trench today and thoughts of a warm lunch soon overruled those earlier ambitions.
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Seemed like a peaceful outing, compared to the previous weekends!