It was a cold Saturday morning at the Icehouse Canyon parking lot. Meeting my usual backpacking partners, we chatted, stretched, and feebly attempted to warm-up before starting our hike.
Once we started our hike, we quickly warmed up and soon, shed some of our layers.
We all walked our separate paces and agreed to meet at the Saddle before pushing the last mile to Kelly Camp. For some people (like me), the switchbacks...
