Originally Posted by
old goat
I think it was more a question of 25 to 1.
My climbing partner and I spent 4 days ferrying 240 pounds of climbing gear and food for a month into Lonesome Lake, Cirque of the Towers, Wind Rivers. Early July , fair amount of snow, we had the lake to ourselves. Camped on a little bench with a little runoff stream, a couple of small trees to break the wind, a snow bank to keep our cheese and chocolate cold. There were dozens of sites like that all around the lake. But a couple of days in what had to have been a church youth group camped 20 feet from us, scavenged enough wood at timberline to build a big fire, and sang campfire songs late into the night, interfering with our alpine start sleep. My friend michael, long hair, beard, face liek a hawk with deep set eyes goes over and squats barefoot in the snow just outside their circle, ice ax across his knees, rocking back and forth and staring into the fire. "Come sing with us" a young man cried. Michael kept staring and rocking. "He's got no shoes!!" a girl cried. The singing stopped suddenly. Dead silence. I ran over, grabbed Michael's ice ax, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back to our camp. "Goddammit Michael. You forgot to take your pills again." When we got up at 4 in the morning, the kids were gone. Not gone from their site. Gone from the Cirque/.
