Story/Description of Looking for a Way Across
This was taken on a hiking trip that bordered on disaster. We got a late start and wanted to make it the four miles to the top of the mountain where there was a shelter. It was early in Spring. The snow melt was fresh, cold and rushing down the mountain side. We didn't know it at the time but the stream was crossing the trail in about ten places. The first few times were no problem. I took off my boot, put on my sandals and waded across. By the third and fourth time, I grew tired of taking off my boots so I left them on. By the fifth time, the sun was going down and the temperature was dropping. We were soaking wet and cold. To make matters worse the snow on the trail was getting too deep to walk through each step would sink about three feet through the snow and into the cold water below (from melting snow rushing into the stream). There was no way to make it to the shelter and in order to get back we would have to cross the stream again five times. It was getting cold and dark fast. We elected to make a camp the best we could without the tents we didn't bring thinking we would be in teh shelter up top. We survived the night and headed down the next morning.
Jay Ligda