30 miles off a cold mountain towards Ghost Ranch
I didn't want to get out of my sleeping bag in the morning. It was lightly snowing outside and my shoes were rock hard with icicles for laces. But I had to get my act together and force my feet into those shoes in order to walk over the north face snow while it was still crispy.
I went through all types of snow on the way down - in the sky and on the ground. No time for photos - the descent was all business.
Got to the bottom and Bam... More mesas