Back to Pomerelle. 8.1 miles roundtrip and about 1,600' vertical.
I'm tempted to take a foray up through the virgin snow and see where this path leads.
About halfway down, just above Lake Cleveland.
A vacant campground.
A strange, grimy lenticular cloud appears over the Snake River below.
Seems a shame to be heading down on such a bluebird day.
Northeast towards Albion.
Back to the trees after heading back down across the tundra.
Is that a smiley face?
A closer view of the valley below. The Elba-Almo highway is down at the bottom. Those are the Jim Sage Mountains just beyond.
Back to the southwest towards Oakley. I ducked in here to get out of the wind. Was toasty warm at 15 degrees or so.
I think it would be fun to spend a night here sometime.
A look back to the east. The mound directly ahead is the Pomerelle ski hill.
I'm sure this kiosk is explaing that Cache Peak is the only Idaho peak south of the Snake River over 10,000' in elevation.
The ice sculpture appears to be an ocean wave crashing toward me and away from the east.
The overlook is an ice sculpture. The Almo-Elba highway lies beyond and below.
Mt. Harrison lookout with Cache and Independence in the distance.
The Mt. Harrison lookout. Amazing that you can drive up here on a paved road.
I peer over the edge towards Cache and Indpendence.
A look back down at Albion. The north summit and attendant towers are off to the left.
The lookout appears, along with the restroom hut.
I clear the trees and head across the final 1/2 mile or so above timberline. It's like tundra over this part and the wind kicks up a bit.
The trees on the ridge are snow-smeared and narrow. It doesn't pay to have long branches up here.
Looking north into the Magic Valley, the eastern Pioneers and White Knob mountains appear through the grimy inversion haze.
The sun begins to make its way up and to the south.
The Lake Cleveland turnoff at the gates just ahead. Cary, Tom, and I spent a wintry, stormy night down there once upon a time.
A last look back at the sunrise and I forge ahead. It was quite a few minutes of glory standing here in the cold morning.
The road heads left just ahead, then turns back to the right through the trees.
It's a beautiful morning.