This was the 18hr trek (including 2 hours of sleep) that me and Michelle went on, commencing at midnight of one of the darkest and foggiest nights I've ever seen. We drove for 4 hours and by miracle, ended up in the most amazing locale, which coincidentally, was our loosely-targeted destination. There's a good story to go along with it, but it doesn't lend itself very well to summarizing, like the Sullivan trek did. There pictures are blurry, unfocused, foggy, etc, yet I think they very nicely capture the surrealism of the trip. Waking up above the clouds/fog, surrounded by dusted peaks (first snow of the year too), was incredibly out of this world, yet down to earth at the same time, unnassisted by drugs. Also ranks in my top 3 memories of 2004. Take a look at each picture closely, zoomed in as much as possible. I'm still to this day, confused about which mountains are in these pictures. Any of the following are possibilites: Mons, Forbes, Ararat, St Julienne, Valenciennes, Arras, and Bush
This is where we slept and woke up. On the left, in the distance, covered by the fog, is the 1000ft deep canyon, with glacier-fed twin waterfalls.
Left - All the rock out here was black, it was very interesting and contrasted very uniquely with the green river (not pictured).
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