Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I pass the still frozen lakes and slowly the road turns into the valley behind Whiskey Peak where the largest Bighorn Sheep herd in the world congregate for winter. No sheep this morning. The lakes are still deeply frozen and it is a cold looking glacier at the head of the valley that is the birthplace of Torrey Creek that I am following. I have spent some awfully cold days and nights just below that glacier and that includes summer trips that were trips seemingly out of Hell as described by some of the participants I was with. It is still memories of extreme beauty and I would not have it any other way.

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