Not the best day for hiking, but how bad could it be?
Two friends from Arizona, John and Gary (73 and 76 years of age) had invited me along on an early season hike across the high country. We discussed the route and the checked the weather before heading out from Providence Canyon to Spring Hollow. This hike would start out at 6695 feet and climbed up an icy stream. We hit the dirt trail at 8:30 on a cool clear morning. It had snowed the previous two days, but the forecast for today was only a 10% chance of precipitation, and morning skies looked promising. At around 7800 feet the trail disapperaed under the snow and the further we climbed, the deeper the snow pack became. After an hour and a half and 1500 feet later, we unknowling left the trail. We did realize our offset and looped around to intersect the trail again without having to backtrack - thank goodness for the premapping that was done by my two companions on their GPS units. There wasn't a trail to be found so we relied on waypoints to guide us on our route. We were done with the extreme climbing, but still had 4 miles across the upper ridges and through a saddle before we reached Spring Hollow canyon. By this time, the sun was long gone and the clouds hung just a hundred feet over our heads when at the apex of our route - 9130 feet. After six miles, we reached our canyon, however, it was a very steep slope. We were at 8800 feet and with 6 feet or more of snowpack on this north facing canyon, we were soon discouraged as we found no safe route down. It was dangerous and with over a 1200 feet before we thought we may be below the snow line, we decided to look for an alternate way out. Exploring our options, and viewing the terrain, it was decided we would head back the way we came. Already 8 miles into the hike, this was discouraging. We sucked it up and were blazing our way back to Providence Canyon. The afternoon brought on slush and the snow pack was slippery as we scrambled back across the mountain valleys. We made great time and were back at the car in less than 9 hours (12.1 miles). Gary was first (the 76 year old) and John and I came in a minute later. I don't know how they are so strong at that age. I was dead and was so sore the day after. All in all, it was a wonderful day in the mountains and we had beautiful views and only brief snow flurries. With warm weather now, it will be at least a month before we can go back up to altitude.
John





