The thought of not trying for Columbia right after Harvard, even if it was a bit warm and a bit late was not one Christy or I wanted to entertain. At this point in time I was barely halfway throught he ski list and wasn't set on skiing them all, but Christy would make a push over the next few months and get thirty or so 14ers summited, finishing them all later that fall. Her motivation along with being right there after our pack in the night before made the decision easy. That, and I hate quitting.

As it turns out, the snow was OK to climb, provided you step on old wet slide debris which was set up good and hard. After a fair amount of sweating, we gained the ridge just south of the summit. The cloud cover wasn't cooling the snow too much so we made a quick transition, then skied down the snowy ridge, south, to the top of the main west couloir. The snow was definitely on the soft side but after a ski cut or two we saw no resulting red flags, so we made a run for it. Had we determined it too risky we could have skied the ridge further south and eventually reach lower angle snow down to Horn Fork Basin, closer to treeline and out of the couloirs.

In any case, it skied fine, although tough on the Christy's telemark skis. Soon we were back at camp, and the skiing from there would only get worse. Add the weight of the camping gear on lower elevation snow that has been warming up all day and you have a few of the ingredients for a miserable trip back to the car. The only things missing are long stretches of bare trail between the unsupportive snow and/or getting lost. We actually had both.

We were beat, I was ready to go home. Once on the road, Christy mentioned it would be fun to hit Casa Del Sol, a favorite Mexican stop in Buena Vista. I thought we could eat somewhere on I-70, after getting some drving out of the way. She thought it would be perfect before heading up to camp for the night and trying for Princeton early the next morning. Well I guess the we'll squeeze one more in.