In a week we were headed to Europe to ski the Haute Route, the classic ski trip connecting the towns of Chamonix and Zermatt. Wanting to do something to get prepped for the tour, we decided to head to Lake City for a weekend trip. We made our way there friday afternoon, staying in a Lake City style 'cabin', and although the floors were slanted, ceilings low and the bed was like mashed potatoes, it was better than camping. Early the next day we would pack in our overnight gear and try for Uncompahgre and Wetterhorn Peaks.

Snow closure was high on the Matterhorn Creek road, almost at the trailhead. With tent, sleeping bags, food and ski gear we hiked up into Matterhorn Creek and set up camp, it was easy skinning on the frozen morning snow(it wouldn't be that easy on the way out). We had two days there.

After setting up camp we were ready to go by noon. Although it was cool out, the sun was high so we decided it was too late for the east side of Wetterhorn, that would have to wait until tomorrow morning. We headed toward Uncompahgres' big west face and except for a short rocky bit near the top, we would skin all the way to the summit. Throughout the climb we were feeling lucky because the snow was softening and we thought the ski down was going to be sweet.

As luck would have it, the light breeze that was around all morning abruptly became a sustained wind, and with it came clouds. The last ten minutes of the ascent required a stop to add a layer and in a few minutes Christy would have on her downcoat. A few quick summit shots and we headed back down the same way we came up only to discover a nasty breakable crust about two inches thick had formed, turning what we though would be 'sweet' into quite sour. The lack of ski photos is a testament to the conditions— kickturns and traversing became the style for most of the descent. Bummer.

Back at camp, the spring storm hung around for a while. The next morning, while clear, was marked by driving winds all around the tent. We would make a short effort up towards Wetterhorn only to abort and head back to the truck after numb fingers and the sandblasting effect on our faces proved too much to bear.

I'd get some redemption on Castle Peak two days later.