High Wind

If you're not waking up at 2:00 AM to drive two hours to huff and puff up three 14ers then what is even the point of waking up.

We started around 4:45, following the little caravan of flashlights of hikers already trudging up the trail that leads to Mount Democrat, Cameron, Lincoln, and Bross. Once we got up to the saddle, freezing wind and little shards of ice started to blast us, but I was too stubborn to put on my leggings. (Tip: don't do that. By the time you finally give in to the mountain, you can't put on your leggings because your hands are frozen and you're scared you won't be able to retie your boots).