.....especially
for the summit ridge, where traversing below the outrageously brilliant
red argiilite rock bands is infintely more scenic than atop the ridge.
The other surprise of the day was to
stumble across a fresh set of bear cub tracks in the snow. The mother’s
tracks
were nowhere to be seen. After a brief
summit stay, I decided against going to the true summit and simply followed my
tracks down.
Ruby delivers yet another satisfying punch!