Lots of miles - had to find another way
In the morning we climbed back up to the divide to find the trail impassable - turned around to three forks to find our way out.
We retraced our steps and found the snow had become much softer. We sloshed down.
At the end of the river was a big dam - Damn.
The town of Conejos was nearby and was just starting to defrost. It was not really open but there were a few people milling about preparing the place for Memorial Day weekend. Frustrated that we couldn't get a sandwich, Banjo and I took off down the dirt road. In just a few steps a giant black truck pulled over and gave us a ride to Alamosa - far far from the trail. We were super thankful, as we needed to get to town to resupply, reorganize and create a new plan of attack. The southern and northern San Juans are just too dangerous at this time.