I took this photo at 8:54am on August 19, 2017 just East of Peak Lake, the Green River Water Source on the Northern side of the Wind River Mountains in Wyoming. This was my son’s and my second trip to the Winds, having climbed to Titcomb Basin in 2012. I see this pic whenever I turn on my computer as it is the background for my lock screen. It’s one of my favorite backcountry pics.
Just to the right of the emerging sun, along the ridgeline, is Knapsack Col. My son and I had seen it up close from the other side in 2012, but turned back in the interest of safety. In 2017, as we stared at the Col from the West the evening before, we once again decided not to attempt traversing it to get into Titcomb basin from this side. It was mostly my decision. I still had haunting memories of the boulders, the size of cars and houses, that we tried to navigate on the other side. On this, my sixty-third birthday, I no longer had the will to try again.
On our way up to Peak Lake, we camped at Vista Pass, one of our all-time favorite backcountry camp sites. Level ground, lots of space, and the vistas are truly awe inspiring.
We returned on the same path on August 19th, once again passing Vista Pass, until we got to upper Green River Lake, where we chose to go around the west side on the return trip. What took us two days going up, we trekked in on day coming down. It was dark by the time we got back to base camp. It was a long day.
These are only a few of the visual experiences we had on this monumental trip. I hope you enjoy my pictorial reminiscence. Our 2017 Wind River adventure includes many more fun experiences that I hope to share, including, but not limited to, viewing a total eclipse of the sun. Maybe next week.
P.S. Coming up with a topic for this week’s post was difficult. There is so much going on in the world that I think about every day. Much of it is disturbing and even frightening. I’ve tried hard not to politicize or religionize this blog. But as time passes, I find it more difficult to hold back. So don’t be too surprised if I don’t. Hopefully, I won’t lose too many followers if I choose to offer my take on world affairs. Maybe next week – maybe never.
My son, who has an almost eidetic memory, reminded me that it took us three days to get up to Speak Lake. Still just one to get back down.