The last 2 days of travel were a test of endurance and attitude. The blizzard was pretty easy to tow through, save for the deep snow.
Most of the time the fur ruff on the parka kept the driving snow out, though I eventually broke down and put the goggles on.
Once the sky cleared up, it was full shield time to prevent getting roasted. I stopped every hour to eat 200 calories and drink. It was such a warm blizzard that I was down to my wool shirt and parka. Not bad for 25mph winds.
I camped above Lewis lake and enjoyed another 6 inches of heavily wind driven snow. The Hilleberg tent handled the wind with aplomb. I’m still not perfect setting it up in the snow but much better.
The last day was the toughest. Period.
Even though most of it was down hill, it was 34 deg, causing everything to get soaked and my skis to ice up. The lower in altitude I got, the worse it became. I tried putting on different wax and that helped at the higher elevations.
Once I got to the ranger station, the ski situation went to the pit. No matter what I did, the skis iced up. At more than one point there were fist sized ice balls in both top and bottom. This added 3-5 lbs to each ski.
Stomping broke the ice off but only for a few steps. I did keep up on the eating and felt so much better all the way in.
If took 1:45 to travel the same distance out downhill that it took one hour uphill going into the park. Bad!
Great time over all and plenty of lessons learned.