Mt. Margaret isn't the tallest or the prettiest or the hardest. Even the weather was just so so and actually more on the meh side. Still, it was an important trip.
Clara and I had made a half-hearted attempt at Mt. Margaret after we camped at Lake Margaret down below.
Just last week I skipped the TNAB visit to the peak for Clara's concert.
And Scott and I never got around to doing a second round of crevasse rescue practice. So even though the weather was lousy we headed up after work.
The hike was strangely familiar since I'd been up there a couple of times, but without snow. The mist-choked views left plenty to the imagination, but made it easy to power up the hill to the false summit and then down to the saddle and back up to the actual summit. We thought about setting up there, but the wind came up so we retreated to the far side of the false summit.
Practice went well. We mastered the art of pretending to pull someone out of a crevasse just in case we ever have the opportunity to use it.
More fun was playing with Scott's belay device. It turns out it's not so scary when you're only a few feet over a snow bank. Maybe climbing won't be so bad after all...
Total distance was 4.7 miles and 2,500 feet of gain. And now we're (kind of) ready.
