Throwing the bear hang over a branch, I froze. Silence in the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness interrupted by a low-tone crack. Glancing, I saw the mass of snow slowly rip down the hill. Avalanche.
Keep it together.
I’m scared, which begins the process of fear offset by rationalization: You're a safe distance; That slope is 50 degrees; It’s snow fields are undercut by a creek; That pass you’re going up in the morning will be frozen and is not that
Photo 1: Packing the bike on Bass Creek.
Photo 2: Racing the morning sun up the pass with a frozen Bass Lake below.
Photo 3: Back on the bike along the South Fork of Lolo Creek. Two sure signs of a human trail while spring bushwacking: sawed logs and animal tracks.
On the playlist: The Oh Hello's - Trees
On the playlist: Trampled by Turtles - Where is my Mind
On the playlist: Gift of Gab - Rise
Inspiration: Somethin bout nothin (@4:56)