Rock Roll Peak

Bob has a huge 4-wheel van with a pop top for camping. I've decided it should be christened "Moby" and he "Ahab" for his pursuit of the Great White. Unfortunately, there was a dearth of snow for late November, so Ahab set his sights on bagging a peak instead of snowboarding.

Mountains are mountains, after all, and we needed a dose.

We followed an old mine road, that turned into a trail. Then the trail got into the snow. We used snowshoes for a while, but the terrain became too steep. The postholes weren't too deep.

The trail crossed a pass and went on the east side of the summit ridge. Followed long enough, this trail eventually finds itself near Trail Creek Summit. We took a left off the trail and headed up this subsidiary ridge. Rock Roll indeed.

As we got closer to 10,000' the ridge became more fully snow-covered. The road in the bottom of the valley is Trail Creek.

During our steady ascent, we had been watching snow plumes flying off the summit ridge. I feared being blown to the heavens. We "battened the hatches" and marched onward in fairly solid snow (only plunging through when there were trees beneath the surface).