Yesterday I was sitting at work watching the rain come down somewhat regretting that I had ridden my bike to work. I have a good view of the mountains from my work and I was sitting there looking at a peak called Little Pfeifferhorn. I called up my buddy Robbie to see what he was up to and if he would be down for a little trip. We both had nothing going on the next day so as soon as I got off I headed home to pack. I picked up Robbie and we made out way to the trailhead with a quick stop at Walgreens for another headlamp. (I already lost the one I bought last week)
After driving a ways up Little Cottonwood Canyon we arrived and got hiking around 11:30 p.m. A later start than we had really wanted. The rain came and never seemed to stop. It was coming down pretty hard but then tapered off. For the rest of the hike it was the type of rain that just seemed to hang in the air. Robbie and I couldn't stop laughing at how miserably awesome our situation was. Both having the heaviest packs we ever carried (our snowboarding gear added a lot) and we were both soaked.
We had planned to make it to Red Pine Lake to set up camp. Around 2:00 a.m. we decided it was time to stop. We had hit the snow line and lost the trail so we set up camp. The rain stayed strong throughout the night. Robbie had a hard time sleeping so we were up early and after a cup of tea we decided to survey the area. With the snowpack the way it was, our lack of mountaineering equipment, and the weather we decided not to summit.
We pulled out our snowboards and goofed off for a bit before making our way back down. Our goal was adventure and we had it even though we didn't reach our destination.
We had no way to know where we were at.... with a late start this ended up looking like a good spot.
Boarding back down.