On a blustery, snowy day in 2016, my now-husband, some friends and I made our way to Estes Park for an ice climb that required a hike in (or, in our case, ski). We skinned up to the lake that we would need to traverse, only to hear that the winds were so strong that people were getting blown over. A hardened Estes local told us he'd never seen it so bad. After some deliberation, we decided to bail, and I grabbed this photo as we pulled off our skins to begin the ski descent back to the car. Phot...
On a blustery, snowy day in 2016, my now-husband, some friends and I made our way to Estes Park for an ice climb that required a hike in (or, in our case, ski). We skinned up to the lake that we would need to traverse, only to hear that the winds were so strong that people were getting blown over. A hardened Estes local told us he'd never seen it so bad. After some deliberation, we decided to bail, and I grabbed this photo as we pulled off our skins to begin the ski descent back to the car. Phot...
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