TMax
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After yesterday's Lone/Rocky hike I decided to do something "mellow" today. When I was loading my pack into the car I noticed my poles were gone 
and quickly recalled leaning them up against the side of my car at the Denning trailhead yesterday when Mcorsar and I got out of the woods. I must have driven off without them! After cursing for a moment or two, I dug up my old (very bent) pole and tossed it in the car.
Hikethe115 and I met at the trailhead on route 42. It was a beautiful sunny morning and she just happened to have an extra pole with her (Thanks Dawn!). We started right off in snowshoes to gain traction on the several inches of new snow. A pair had started off before us, so trail was already broken. Halcott is a steep climb up to the ridge so in no time we were losing layers. The tracks we were following continued to skirt to the north-east and we contemplated forging our own way when it became clear they were just trying to moderate the incline a little. Hikethe115 was moving along like a gazelle while my hamstrings threatened to abandon me . Just shy of the ridge we met the pair who so kindly broke trail. A very nice couple from Mass. Up on the ridge, the wind was blustery and cold but the sun had so much warmth in it that I didn't bother putting a layer back on. The snow was fairly deep here, causing us to bury our poles in it! At the summit, we signed in and enjoyed the view which is only available in the winter, put a layer back on and headed down. Some sections that were directly in that warm sunlight started to become a little sloppy but we made it out without major difficulty.
I then took a chance and drove over to the Denning trailhead to see if anyone found my poles. Much to my surprise they were still laying on the ground where I drove off and left them. Thank-you mountain Gods.
and quickly recalled leaning them up against the side of my car at the Denning trailhead yesterday when Mcorsar and I got out of the woods. I must have driven off without them! After cursing for a moment or two, I dug up my old (very bent) pole and tossed it in the car. Hikethe115 and I met at the trailhead on route 42. It was a beautiful sunny morning and she just happened to have an extra pole with her (Thanks Dawn!). We started right off in snowshoes to gain traction on the several inches of new snow. A pair had started off before us, so trail was already broken. Halcott is a steep climb up to the ridge so in no time we were losing layers. The tracks we were following continued to skirt to the north-east and we contemplated forging our own way when it became clear they were just trying to moderate the incline a little. Hikethe115 was moving along like a gazelle while my hamstrings threatened to abandon me
. Just shy of the ridge we met the pair who so kindly broke trail. A very nice couple from Mass. Up on the ridge, the wind was blustery and cold but the sun had so much warmth in it that I didn't bother putting a layer back on. The snow was fairly deep here, causing us to bury our poles in it! At the summit, we signed in and enjoyed the view which is only available in the winter, put a layer back on and headed down. Some sections that were directly in that warm sunlight started to become a little sloppy but we made it out without major difficulty.I then took a chance and drove over to the Denning trailhead to see if anyone found my poles. Much to my surprise they were still laying on the ground where I drove off and left them. Thank-you mountain Gods.
