>>2809959(1/2) I left for New Mexico a week ago. I literally just got back 4 hours ago, so I’m going to type this out while it’s fresh. I checked the snow reports and past weather reports and it seemed like it was fine and dandy so I decided, why not, lets peak a mountain. So me and the girl (her first time backpacking ever) packed our bags and planned for a 3 day backpacking trip. We camped at a campground and got acclimated to the elevation before our trip. The upcoming 14 mile loop was going to be fun, or so we thought.
First day backpacking(3 miles), it was cold, but nothing too crazy. The weather was truly pleasant, I wore a long sleeve and some fleece pants. Adorned the ice spikes and we trekked on forward so we could find base, which was a mighty tree with the flattest, dryest, most comfortable ground ever. This was a much-needed morale boost after hiking 5 hours with around 40 pounds on our backs.
On the second day (3.5miles), the water and food weighed heavy on my shoulders, but I locked in and trekked on forward. This 2nd day was 7 hours of continuous trekking as we woke up with the sun. The inclines and declines of the trail were fucking brutal. Exhausted, we needed to find a flat area and fast, dark was approaching, and fast. The winds. The winds were so loud. Couldn’t find a dry or flat area, so I chopped up nearby pine branches and laid it on the ground to keep the tent from freezing my dick off. Having set up camp, we felt ready to rest. It felt good, we were going to peak! We literally had done 90% of the trek, just another 10% of upwards trekking. Here was that night.
