Skiing at Royal Gorge, 2007.

That's the road. It shoudl be noted, this road, wonderfully maintained, isn't on the trail map (nor are the two camps we passed)

This is one of the better stream crossings we had. The lodge did have this area listed as 'flooded'.

The bridge was out. I crossed here, leaving my skis on and walking across the rocks. 'Walking across rocks' sometimes being the ends of the skis on the rocks, and my feet swaying over water as the stream tried to pull my poles out of my hands.

Dad found an easier way. It's a shame I didn't do a movie, so I could record him singing, "For he's a jolly cold fella".