We're young and masochistic so we hiked up the dirt/death-ice/snow trail in Mill B South and skinned from Lake Blanche to the ridge at the top of the bowl just west of the ridge out to Sun Dial. Hoar frost down around the creek; rain crust, glaze crust everywhere; rime crust above about 10k ft. Never softened up there on the north and east facing stuff we were on--go figure. Ate it about every 6th turn--I don't mind admitting it.
Even if it was an all-day sufferfest, it was beautiful up there. Everything was glisten-y in the sun, lots of ice bulges, firnspiegel along the trail, and there was nary a soul above the lake. Shoot, i'll take less-than-stellar conditions if it means solitude
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