Sitting on a ridge at 11,000 ft. Partner bailed this morning due to exhaustion (mental and physical), leaving me to press on solo. It took 30 miles of intense deadfall treebashing over the past 2 days to find them, but found the drainage with the bugling bulls, and called one in to about 25 yards yesterday before he spotted my moving partner and bolted.
If I go up and over into there again and put something down, I'm looking at a solo pack out of 4.5 miles or so, times however many trips it takes, plus taking out a camp for 2 by myself. Right now I feel a little like puking everytime the pack goes on, but maybe a night's sleep will do the trick.
What do you say Rokslide? Give it a try or better luck next year?
If I go up and over into there again and put something down, I'm looking at a solo pack out of 4.5 miles or so, times however many trips it takes, plus taking out a camp for 2 by myself. Right now I feel a little like puking everytime the pack goes on, but maybe a night's sleep will do the trick.
What do you say Rokslide? Give it a try or better luck next year?