Stumbling around in the gloomy grey light, tired from post-holing through pockets of knee-deep snow and zigzagging through jumbled rock, the ridge suddenly – and fortuitously! – opened up to a flat plateau. Better yet, a ragged row of twisted, wind-tormented limber pine stood leaning on a ledge, clinging to life; it was a perfect place to pitch my tent and, hopefully, get a few cool photos in the fading light. My overnight adventure into the Whaleback was looking like it might be a success after all! (That is, until the storm hit during the night.) Read More