The next morning we got up earlier to catch the sun rise on the mts (called Alpine-glow). Since I had washed my clothes in the stream last night (it smelled of fish and I did not want a bear to visit me during the night), all my hiking attire was still wet. So using my hobo knowledge, I lashed the clothes to the backpack in a matter that would promote the best drying. Continue reading “Trip to Snowmass (part 3)”
