This is so far the only time I was legitimately concerned we could be in danger.
This is my brother's Bighorn hunt.
In the first pic, we're enjoying the sun after a cold, rainy morning and a hellatious pack up the mountain.
in the top edge of the pic looks like smoke, that's snow.
We we're watching it all day expecting it to come towards us. It didn't so we were care free all afternoon.
The second pic is a snow wall about to hit us. Just as we crested the ridge, a blizzard blindsided us from the side we couldn't see.
it went from 65 to 28 in 20 minutes. Wet snow and 30mph wind had us instantly soaked before we realized it wasn't just a flurry.
Once at the top, my brother had to go at least a mile to the truck while my buddy and I used our packs as wind breaks. We were just starting to get concerned my brother had trouble finding the truck, we started looking for something to burn and get out of the wind when we saw headlights through the snow.
Then we had a mile or so of two track that was sketchy and one really bad spot if it was slick. Once we made it past the worst spot, we literally all breathed a big sigh of relief knowing we made it!
That was the day I learned a fire kit was more than a lighter somewhere in my pack.
