Broken Top

Every once in a while the heavens decide to part this time of year and grant us some sunshine. That means it's time to head to the hills and see what they have to offer, e.g. blood, sweat, cold temps and the opportunity to see how the crampons bite. Timbo and I had a decent couple of days playing in the snow out near Broken Top. We found (through the usual suffering) that the summit is a bit far and technical to get to in 2 days of snowshoeing. That said, the weather was crystal clear and the moon was damn near full. We ended up on top of a false summit as a consolation prize, which really was icing on the cake as far as I'm concerned.

View across the crater towards another false summit



The bros at our highpoint with South Sis' in the distance

Pink time during a time o' day I don't usually frequent

South, Middle and North (aka Big, Little and Ugly) sisters at dawn