Erin and I met at oh-dark-thirty at the Herman Gulch Trail Head. We were planning to snowshoe up to the basin below Citadel and Pettingell. It’s a nice aerobic snowshoe, up a steep gulch, with fabulous views of the mountains. We had a lovely time romping up the trail; happy that we didn’t need the snowshoes until the last hour or so of our hike. We ate lunch at a rocky outcropping which was nicely sheltered from the wind.
The hike was great, but I found out a week later that I left my very expensive red OR mountaineering mittens on a post outside of the bathroom. By the time I realized I lost them, it was undoubtedly too late to recover them.
In tears, I took a trip to REI. The poor guy working in the glove/mitten section had to discern what I was asking for, through my sobs and intermittent blowing of the nose.
