On Tuesday afternoon, while the girls were trying to nap, I headed over to Peak 1 for a quick attempt, but to my amazement, the sky darkened and it began to rain the moment I pulled into the parking lot on what was up to that point an very nice, warm and sunny day. I headed up the hill anyways, optimistic that the weather would pass, but as I gained the ridge ~35 minutes and 2,000 vertical feet later, I heard a few distant cracks of thunder. I tentatively continued on in a mild state of denial, ruminating over the fact that on this day, at this moment, after 9.5 months of daydreaming of getting back to the high country, that it has to storm, right here, right now.
Optimism waning, I looked up valley toward Copper Mountain to see a dense wall of hail marching straight toward me. Then there was a quick succession of very proximate flash/bang strikes that had me bailing immediately and just worrying about getting myself and the dog back down safely. Of course, 8 minutes later and 1,000 feet lower, the hail stopped and the sun began to shine. Grrr...
I debated heading back up, but I was on a tight timeframe and once back at the car, I was quite pleased that the sky opened up with another barrage of thunder, lightning, hail and rain and I was happy to be heading home and not stuck on an exposed ridge above treeline.
Sierra bailing quickly
Cloud bank covering South Park, extending toward the Front Range maybe? (Silverheels)
Looking North(ish) toward Pacific, Crystal, Dyer etc...
Black and white Silverheels
If I only had skis, conditions were perfect.
Not so sure of my chances at this point
Zoom of summit pitch
From a distance