Rather than loafing around all day, watching the Bronco’s play the Patriots, Erin and I decided to go climb a mountain.
I stole Dennis’ Bronco shirt as a token of our support. My plan was to wear it on the summit!
In order to get there, we would need to climb 2900 feet of gain with a total trip distance of 5.4 miles, negotiating snow drifts, potential avalanche spots, and cornices.
The question is; would we conquer the mountain without succumbing to Old Man Winter?
Pacific Peak Bathed in Early Morning Sun and the long, mellow angled ridge of Atlantic, in the foreground. Mt. Fletcher is off to the right, connected to Atlantic by a foreboding snaggle-toothed ridge!
I had my eyes set on the west ridge of Atlantic ever since reading about it in Mr. Cooper’s Colorado Snow Climbs book. Having been into the Mayflower Gulch on a prior attempt of Mt. Fletcher, I was familiar with the area; one of convenience and beauty!