Before I delve into too many details, let me explain the weather predicament we were in. When we left Denver on Friday, it was 85 degrees, without a cloud in the sky. Upon arriving at Kite Lake, the sky was cloudy and the winds picked up. It began snowing around 9 or 10, and by 9 Saturday morning, we were in a full-on blizzard. However, because we had such beautiful weather back at home, I failed to pack properly. I left hats, mittens, long underwear, winter coats, basically all our essential Colorado camping gear, at home. Needless to say, Aaron was not impressed. Because of my lack of planning, we summited Democrat, the first of the four, wearing socks for mittens.
By the time we summited Lincoln, the snow had stopped, but the wind was tremendous.
We hit up Cameron next, where the wind was still blowing strong.
Bross was last, with a huge summit, probably the size of a football field.
There was a small waterfall at the end of our hike.
It was about a 7 hour trip. We drove home when we were done to get out of the snow, and back to the 80 degree weather. Whew!
