We were lucky enough to have someone offer us a ride from the post office to the Deer Springs trail head, saving us a mile of walking in town. A kind little old lady who said she loves hikers.
The kind little old lady asked for us to sign her log book with our name and phone number. The locals are now keeping log books of who they took to which trails to assist with search and rescue. Cheery thought, but hikers do go missing here.
She reminded us that the snow doesn’t care about us one tiny bit. Were we prepared? Warm clothes? Yes. Traction devices? Yes. Food? Yes. Family knows where we are? Yes. Does she need to call our mothers for us? Uh, no, thank you though.
…and so up we climbed, about 4,000 feet to reach the top of that hill. (Deer Springs trail).
We were exhausted after a three or four hour slog up the trail. We cooked our heaviest meal, played dice for a bit and then turned in for the night at 7:30.
If we had any idea what was coming our way the next day we would have gone to bed at 6:30!