It was as awe inspiring as I remembered it:
These peaks are just a few feet short of 13,000 feet, and Clear Lake is 10,014 so you can see these sheer walls are huge. Finally, the weather turned on us a bit, wind, rain, thunder, very close lightning strikes followed by ice falling out of the sky:
Some of us just used the crappy weather as an excuse to catch another nap:
Just before the weather changed, looking back the way we came and the way out:
It rained(lightly) and sleeted all of the last night. Then just about when it was time to get up, the sound of sleet hitting the tarp stopped and was replaced by silence as the snow started. So we packed up in the snow and headed out:
We did 8.5 miles through the snow ( mostly down hill) in 3 hours and 15 minutes, to the truck. We were like horses going to the barn. We were all sick of trail food and wanted to be at a tiny place in Farson, Wy. for lunch. A place that we knew had great burgers and cold beer. We made it by a little past 1 PM, then drove to SLC by late afternoon, ending another great and adventurous trip.