Bob
Trailmaster
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Really nice pic.......... never could understand the urge to climb to the top of a mountain just to climb it. Just something I dont do, but I respect those who do, lots of energy expended, drive and stamia.My nemesis was Mt. Sneffels. Nothing technical about it, just grind your way up, big scree field. First time was in high school when my brother and I "borrowed" my dad's pickup and tried to drive up the Yankee Boy Basin side. My dad was out of town and forbade us from ever driving his collectible truck (he knew). We almost got to the trailhead when I ran over a rock and destroyed the oil pan and a few other critical parts, like the manifold. We limped it home and had the shop repair things. I told them to put in used parts, as my dad was a good mechanic and would've noticed a new part. I told him years later and he didn't believe me.
Second try, my nephew, brother, and I tried it from the Blue Lakes side, backpacking. We got to the upper lake and were stymied by a blizzard and lightning and ended up retreating. (We didn't check the weather.)
Third time, Yankee Boy side, my brother and I finally claimed success until we actually looked over and saw we weren't on the summit but had instead gone up a sub peak. We hadn't been able to see where we were until we got on top. (We didn't have a topo.) It was fairly technical and I think it might've been Kismet.
Fourth time, success, finally. I've climbed it twice since then just to gloat over being up there after all those failures.
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