Rocky Mountain High: Glacier Gorge Odyssey
Wednesday morning, 230am (roughly)
“dude, I forgot my harness…”
Brad and I were inside my shitty tent, bivied at 11500 feet in Glacier Gorge, rain fly flapping in the wind and the sound of alpine streams filling the silence in between gusts. We had hiked in around sunset and went to sleep around midnight with BIG plans for the next day. I woke briefly from my slumber and was greeted by Brad, who was apparently wide awake. All he said was, “dude…I forgot my harness.” More »
