Really, I do have friends that exist outside of my own, overactive imagination, but this weekend, I went for another solo, free-form day hike into Pikes National Forest. These sorts of hikes have been covered previously in such posts as Alone in the Mountains, and Alone in the Mountains, Again. In fact, the first of these adventures was one year previous: Veteran’s Day Weekend 2017. There was some snow and ice discovered on that hike, but for this third installment, the snow and ice was the main feature. See, around 0400 Sunday morning, it started snowing, and it kept snowing, and in fact is still snowing as am I writing this post.
For all of these hikes, the first step is to summit the ridge, so just before dawn, I began my ascent. Within about a hundred feet of elevation gain, I realized that I had over-layered, so I divested myself of my long underwear shirt. This was surprising: the temperature was around twenty degrees Fahrenheit, and I was wearing long underwear beneath my usual hiking clothing, as well as mittens, but no additional cold weather gear. However, as important as it is to stay warm when outdoors in the winter, it is just as important, if not more so, to stay cool, so when I found myself getting close to sweating, I de-layered. Why is it so important to stay cool? If you start sweating, that means you’ll be wet, and then you’ll be cold.
Continuing on, the going was more challenging than usual, since everything was covered in about an inch of snow at this point, but it wasn’t exceptionally so, and I was careful to create my own switchbacks and avoid attempting anything too steep, where hidden ice or slippery rocks and branches could get me in trouble. As I drew closer and closer to the top, however, the going became more challenging, and the wintry weather became more intense. I crested a smaller ridge before the main one, and it was like stepping into a new, more intense snow storm. The wind surged, and visibility plummeted to a few feet in any direction by dint of the sheer amount of snow suffusing the air.
I made it to the top of the ridge, but it was challenging, and I grew concerned about the potential hazards of the descent. Since the snow was not projected to abate until the following evening, there seemed a high possibility the descent would only become increasingly treacherous as the day wore on. My sense of adventure told me to press on, but prudence told me that, since I was solo hiking and sans trail, I probably ought to turn around and descend, although it was still fairly early in the morning.
Prudence, unfortunately, won out, and I reluctantly began my descent. At first, I thought I had made the right choice, as the going was definitely more treacherous on the way down than it had been going up, but about a quarter of the way down, I realized that I was overthinking the matter. If I bent down, so that one foot was directly beneath me, and placed my other foot out in front of me, with my hands to either side, I could slide down the mountain in an exceptionally controlled and safe fashion. The rear foot acts as a sort of skid, and the front foot and hand provide speed and directional control. In this fashion, I easily traversed slopes which I would have struggled to descend in a more traditional, upright fashion.
Such a method of descent would probably have been even easier and safer with more snow, not less, on the ground, so I regretted that I had turned around prematurely. However, I was committed to the course, mostly because I was not interested in backtracking only to backtrack again, so I continued all the way down the mountain and returned home. Although it was a short hike, shorter than I would have liked, it was a beautiful one, and the snow was just as magical as I have previously described as we’ve discussed winter camping on the blog. What pictures I took help convey this in part, but they don’t fully communicate the wonder that is a snowy hike in the mountains. I apologize that there are fewer pictures than usual: it was too windy and snowy at the top to fumble around with my camera.
If you were having doubts about winter hiking, I hope this will help alleviate them. I took very little specialized gear with me – really only my long underwear and a pair of mittens – but I was quite comfortable. Now, if I’d been camping, more gear would have been required, but there is little to prevent you from embarking on a day hike in a snowstorm. I hope that you’ll consider giving winter hiking a try.