Quick overnighter this week to an obscure corner of the mountains near us, away from the crowds. I saw 2 day hikers on Day 1 and 2 groups of 4 on Day 2, both within an hour’s walk of a different trailhead than mine. I spent the rest of my trip in solitude. This was about an 8-mile (one-way) trip with ~3k of elevation gain, with the last half off-trail. When I reached the treeline on the evening of Day 1, I was met with violent winds, gusting so hard I couldn’t stand up, so I tucked back down a few hundred feet in elevation to get some protection from the trees. Camped at around 10,900 feet. I set up a little weather station at my campsite and clocked two gusts over 50 mph near my tent, which was full of dirt the next morning. Otherwise, it was warm, sunny, and pleasant enough in the morning to do some fishing.
Tree-gazing on the hike in:

Moose cow and her yearling, during the bushwhack:

Whitecaps at 11,000 feet:

Water everywhere, this time of year:

Cold and windy, but pretty skies in the evening:

Nice to be camped in the trees, to get out of the worst of the wind – or so I thought. The wind changed direction in the middle of the night, and I clocked two gusts > 50 mph on the front side of my tent. I can’t imagine what it was in the open, but trees were snapping all night long:

Bushwhacking through willows and rocks in this creek drainage in the morning:

Morning winds calmed down enough to fish an alpine lake:

Reward:

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