June 15, 2014
Late Sunday night, before the work week, I quickly glanced at the weather for the weekend. With full sun in the forecast, excitement for the endless possibilities on Montana ridgelines, left me optimistic as I headed to work on Monday morning.
Monday morning began as many have before, with chainsaws, crosscut saws, and axes clearing trail over gradually deepening snow. A drizzle came in and out, and then stayed steady for the next three days. The next day, high up on a ridgeline, the rain cooled into pounding snow. An enduring memory from the summer will be watching Mikey, barely visible through the pounding snow, sawing out one of the largest Whitebark pines I have ever seen.
Over those four days, five inches of rain fell in Northwest Montana. With the freezing level near 7,000 feet for the duration of the storm, the high peaks received between 10-20 inches of snow. Back in the valley late on Thursday night, rid of the wet clothes, the weekend realities set in. From a hillside on the west side of Whitefish, binoculars revealed the vast amounts of new snow in the high country. The warm weather combined to make the situation dangerous. Disappointed by the wrong combination of conditions, I compromised with several ideas for trail runs the next day.
The next day started early, with the sky displaying one of the most strikingly blue days since the Livingston Range Tour in early May. The car was not happy in the morning, and I soon realized that the park was out of range. I left on a trail run and dragged from the beginning, making it only eight miles before having to walk the last three due to a tender calf muscle.
Thoughts:
Not every week yields spectacular summits and high alpine experiences. That is what makes these opportunities memorable, enjoyable, and precious. A ski descent is currently occupying my attention, and I hope that soon the conditions will align to allow me back into the alpine to attempt it.