I hiked to within 100 feet of the summit of Mount Yale during late March, but was stopped short once again by hurricane force winds. Wind speed estimates are notoriously wrong, but I can say that forward motion was futile, I couldn't even stand up without being knocked down. So I inched my way off of the summit ridge and enjoyed decreasing speeds and warm sunshine after reaching the lower slopes. A few days later I hiked most of the way up Mt Belford, but became enamored by the beauty of the large glacially carved valley below. So I turned around and enjoyed some time in the mid morning sun watching the trees blow in the wind and the water cascade down the streams. One technical note...the snow is completely rotten and mostly melted out up in the alpine zone. Post holing was deep, and the snow instantly turned to slush after only a short time in the sun. Ski season is surely over, and the water year seems hopelessly lost.
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