The last couple of TNABs up Bandera have been blessed with amazing weather and a sense of wilderness not often found when you can look down and see I-90. This was not another one of those trips.
Nope. This was a trip that started cold and got colder. I pushed hard to catch up with Scott and his brother, then had to leave them when they weren't sure they'd make the top. Tom was up ahead and I could see his light high on the steep slope.
Treen was none too pleased about crossing a final rock field, but managed it just like she aways does. Whine, whine, whine. Too quiet. Where'd she go? Oh, hello. Where'd you come from?
I tried my best to take long exposures, but the wind and the lack of a tripod hampered my attempts. Speaking of my tripod... Do you know where it is? I can't find it anywhere.
Scott and Mike did make the summit and we all made the Pour House. Even poor Eric who hadn't been able to hike with us. And then we all lost to Scott on the ping pong table.
Totals: How about just short of seven miles and about 3,000 feet of gain?