Having parted with Dirk and Christy after Tabeguache, I made my way down to the southern Sangres. Little Bear needed a visit before the snow melted, I had the ATV in tow and figured I would give it a shot, solo. Down here though, the afternoon showers we fled on Tab were full on storms. I pulled into the 2wd parking area and looked up between windshield wiper swipes at the sparsely snow covered, loose rock laden, terrain trap hourglass gully with black clouds and thunder abound. The voice in my head was crystal clear. NO WAY.

"Lindsey's cool too", I said to myself as I drove over Pass Creek Pass to the Huerfano road. I camped below the ranch, unloaded the ATV and crawled into my sleeping bag. This had become a long day after the 3:50 a.m. revelry for Tab.

I was up before dawn and cruising towards the upper Lindsey TH. I made it pretty close, about one mile from the summer parking the snow stopped the ATV. The solo skinning was lonely, yesterdays rain fell as snow up high and as I tried to recall the twists and turns of the trail I had last visited in 2001, I was constantly fighting the urge to turn back.

Like I've said before, I don't like soloing, that is until it's done. I must have come up with 20 reasons to turn back— I was lost, I can't get across the creek, my head hurts, my foot hurts, my sock was wet, there's a cloud in the sky and a storm might be coming, I left that extra Clif bar in the front seat, I forgot to lock the truck. The further I went the more petty the reasons became. Before long I was at the upper saddle staring at the north face with a few inches of new snow. Suddenly I was glad to be there.

I booted up the class 3 summer route, mindful that the summit is set back behind the apparent top. Eventually I was there, and I could not recall a single significant reason why I should have turned back. Funny how big the headgame can be.

I followed my tracks back to the saddle and was cruising back to the truck in no time. While driving north towards Westcliffe, I called Davenport to give him an update. He said I should stay down there to get more done. Jordan buzzed after and said Humboldt still looked skiable. He was right.

I was glad I didn't push it on Little Bear.