Cath
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After a bit of strategizing about which 24 period at the beginning of the week would be optimal for a 21 Peaker, Summer Guy & I made one last phone contact
"This is it, the summits appear to be aligned for a temperature inversion. You can almost feel it slithering in!"
So it was determined that I would oversee the progression surveilance of this fun tour, in 12 hour increments, from within the confines of the walk-in freezer, of course.
The trek got underway at 4pm on Monday. A beautiful evening was starting to unfold. I tried to keep myself busy, but found that I was constantly looking up to the sky. Looking for a sign of some sort, I mused. To my surprise, my direct contact gizmo alerted me to incoming information, only a few hours into the proposed trek???? Summer Guy was reminiscing about my attempt at unassisted flight on a winter's day in March 2006. "I'm passing over the summit of North Lincoln Frosty!" We immediately lost contact, as he was DROPPING DOWN the north side of this peak, and obviously out of wave range.
At 7pm, I decided that the first of the 12 hour incremental contacts should be made. I rang him up, and received a cheery "Tim's Laundry". Not wanting to get side tracked with the goofy bantering that we are known for, I shouted "Are you seeing this? The colours up in the sky?" I heard a very loud groan of NO, but he did admit that the forest was bathed in red, reflecting from the colours in the sky! Then, he quickly shouted, "I've got an opening! Gotta Go!" I could just imagine him there on the trail, momentarily lost in the need to capture the moments on his memory card
A sight I have witnessed many, many, many times before
The next 12 hour increment contact was indeed made at 7am. "So where were you at Midnight?", I quizzed. "Damned if I can remember, but the clock on the camera never lies, so I'll be sure to let you know later!" All sounded well, so we didn't find the need to take up valuable time chit-chatting. Click. So far, so good !!!
The intent of the next 9 hours would be devoted to cruising along the "paved sidewalk" that is the South / North Presi traverse. The real challenge would be to keep his shutter trigger finger in relaxation mode (so many photo opportunities, so little time) and make it to Route 2 by 4pm. A total of twenty four hours of pure fun indeed.
The full story to follow very soon ~ Frosty
Night is my companion, and solitude my guide. Could I spend forever here & not be satisfied.
"This is it, the summits appear to be aligned for a temperature inversion. You can almost feel it slithering in!"
So it was determined that I would oversee the progression surveilance of this fun tour, in 12 hour increments, from within the confines of the walk-in freezer, of course.
The trek got underway at 4pm on Monday. A beautiful evening was starting to unfold. I tried to keep myself busy, but found that I was constantly looking up to the sky. Looking for a sign of some sort, I mused. To my surprise, my direct contact gizmo alerted me to incoming information, only a few hours into the proposed trek???? Summer Guy was reminiscing about my attempt at unassisted flight on a winter's day in March 2006. "I'm passing over the summit of North Lincoln Frosty!" We immediately lost contact, as he was DROPPING DOWN the north side of this peak, and obviously out of wave range.
At 7pm, I decided that the first of the 12 hour incremental contacts should be made. I rang him up, and received a cheery "Tim's Laundry". Not wanting to get side tracked with the goofy bantering that we are known for, I shouted "Are you seeing this? The colours up in the sky?" I heard a very loud groan of NO, but he did admit that the forest was bathed in red, reflecting from the colours in the sky! Then, he quickly shouted, "I've got an opening! Gotta Go!" I could just imagine him there on the trail, momentarily lost in the need to capture the moments on his memory card
A sight I have witnessed many, many, many times before The next 12 hour increment contact was indeed made at 7am. "So where were you at Midnight?", I quizzed. "Damned if I can remember, but the clock on the camera never lies, so I'll be sure to let you know later!" All sounded well, so we didn't find the need to take up valuable time chit-chatting. Click. So far, so good !!!
The intent of the next 9 hours would be devoted to cruising along the "paved sidewalk" that is the South / North Presi traverse. The real challenge would be to keep his shutter trigger finger in relaxation mode (so many photo opportunities, so little time) and make it to Route 2 by 4pm. A total of twenty four hours of pure fun indeed.
The full story to follow very soon ~ Frosty
Night is my companion, and solitude my guide. Could I spend forever here & not be satisfied.
