Having read and re-read the reports, we had our choice of routes. We decided to follow the fisherman's trail for a short distance, but this quickly turned towards Mt. Ronayne, so we struck off through the woods intending to hit a high col just west of the tarn in Drew's recent photo essay. Finding the going to be in good shape, with lots of veggie belays, we managed to find fairly open going, though we began to wonder when we had not crested the ridge after an hour. Another twenty minutes brought us to a fine col composed of small chunks of weathered granite, completely unmarked by footprints. It was as if we'd hit high ground in the Sierras or above Lake Tahoe, with a few young Whitebark pine completing the effect. From the far side of the col, we got our first glimpse of Cerulean Lake.
Another half hour from the col had us on the summit of Seven O'Clock Mountain, chattering about all the winter touring and ridgewalking possibilities laid out before us. Far below, the calm waters of crystal clear Ogre Lake and a variety of other tarns tempted us to travel in so many different directions. In the end, we chose to descend the route we had... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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