|strutting their stuff on the Katwalk|
By luck, we were a group of 10 women, all members of the Mountaineers and all hoping to get in a nice fall hike and see some views. We got more than we wished for. There were challenges, in particular, the creek crossing where the rocks had an inch of ice on them and so the only safe place to step was on submerged rocks or walking in the water, testing our boots' waterproofing. Water was coming down the waterfall and raining on us during the crossing, giving the impression that moving too slowly meant becoming frozen in the creek. We made it through without incident and were free to wander high, in the snow, up a well-trod path to the sky.
Just before lunchtime, we were treated to the first of the spectacular views to the east. We could see as far east as Mt Stuart and without the distraction of too many clouds. We then readied ourselves for our grand entrance "On the Katwalk". Take it away, Fred!
It was everything we had hoped it would be... and more! Snow-flocked trees, never-ending views, a lone man ready to take our photo using each of our 8 cameras.
We talked, we laughed, we sang, we took many photos, each slightly different in perspective, we socialized with other groups who arrived, including a girl-fearing dog. We were 10 adventurous mountain women who had cheated the weather and made it to the top of our world.
|he's saying, "girrrls!" to warn his guy person|