The trailhead to Francie's hut was empty and peaceful...but if you turned around....
Breckenridge ski resort provided a stark contrast to the upcoming voyage.
This motley crew looked out of place next to the glitz of 'The Breck".
Dave took charge and got them all organized, pointing the same way. (Note: Three sleds were used on this trip!)
Larry proved that a simple sled can be made with a hip belt, PVC pipe and rope. No problems getting up or down the four mile trail.
Guy's sled is purpose built from the ground up. It's shorter and can carry a heavier load.
Francie's, ahem, hut, is at 11,400 feet elevation and comfortably sleeps 20.
After hauling that sled...Guy takes a well deserved sponge bath.
Snow melting was the non-stop operation to provide water for drinking and cooking.
The kitchen was rather spacious.
The bay windows were a great place to lie down and take in the mountain panorama.
Agony of da feet. Duct tape saw lots of use this trip.
Saturday was clear, but very windy. Eric and Diane look west toward Lower Crystal Lake
Looking at Mount Helen from the north. The north face is very steep and rocky. The east face slopes gently to the left. I had considered touring up the east face, but it looked like a wind tunnel experiment all weekend.
...and gets two hands to help.
On Sunday many of us ventured south of Mount Helen. Here we are looking west into the basin that holds Mayflower Lakes and Upper and Lower Mowhawk Lakes.
The drive home along highway 285 was often slowed by blowing snow, and this highway was closed near the NM/CO state line, forcing a detour east to the other side of the San Luis valley and down through Taos.