the "plan" was to drive close to the Indian Flats Cabin (rented out by the USFS), shoe in, spend the night, shoe around the area, drive out
I knew the road could get a little iffy up top, but as there are microwave/comm towers I thought the main road would be maintained (plowed) and the cabin is only 3/4 of a mile off the main road
because I thought this was going to be a short hike in, I got a late start
it soon became apparent that the snow levels were quite a bit more than town, it also became apparent that the road hadn't been plowed in a long time (ever??)
I was pushing a lot of snow and as it was also steep up, I came to screeching halt- took a little time but got backed down aways and finally turned around and pointed downhill.
not be deterred, I loaded up the pulk with my loadout (minus my daypack which I'd be wearing) and headed out- a little after noon
the going was slow, very slow, agonizingly slow- heavy deep powder, the load of the pulk and going uphill all combined for some really rough conditions
at least there was some nice scenery to soak in
I kept slugging along, took a few water/snack breaks (the deep snow and uphill grind was definitely starting to sap me)
I looked at my watch, it was 2:30 ~ two and half hours after I started, but I didn't really know how far I had come or more importantly how far I had to go- I thought about bringing a map, but what for- I'm following a road- no navigation needed
I trudged another 1/2 hour and the light snow started to become less light, I stopped and thought. I don't know if I have 3 miles to go or 6, I don't know how fast (or more correctly how slow) I'm going, the snow isn't getting any easier the higher I climb, I know when (if?) I get to the cabin I'll be spent, I also know I'll have to fall a tree or two, buck it up and then split it up to heat the cabin. I do know that I can make it back to the truck before dark and that would be the sensible decision. I'm telling you honestly that even though that's the sensible decision, it was not easy turning around. I know that twenty years earlier (heck ten years), no way in hell would I be turning around. No doubt I thoroughly screwed the pooch on this trip- too confident I'd be driving closing to the cabin, under estimating the depth of the snow, under estimating the effect of the pulk, not bringing a map because I'd be almost entirely on a road, getting a late start- poor, poor planning all around.
The one good decision I made that day was to turn around, no matter how much it bruised my ego.
headed down
when I got home I quickly got a map out, I went ~ 3.5 miles before turning around- I had ~ 3.5 miles to go, at the rate I was going it would have been dark by the time I got to the cabin (headed downhill and in the tracks I made- I covered the 3.5 miles in a little over an hour and half)- so one good call
I knew the road could get a little iffy up top, but as there are microwave/comm towers I thought the main road would be maintained (plowed) and the cabin is only 3/4 of a mile off the main road
because I thought this was going to be a short hike in, I got a late start
it soon became apparent that the snow levels were quite a bit more than town, it also became apparent that the road hadn't been plowed in a long time (ever??)
I was pushing a lot of snow and as it was also steep up, I came to screeching halt- took a little time but got backed down aways and finally turned around and pointed downhill.

not be deterred, I loaded up the pulk with my loadout (minus my daypack which I'd be wearing) and headed out- a little after noon

the going was slow, very slow, agonizingly slow- heavy deep powder, the load of the pulk and going uphill all combined for some really rough conditions

at least there was some nice scenery to soak in

I kept slugging along, took a few water/snack breaks (the deep snow and uphill grind was definitely starting to sap me)
I looked at my watch, it was 2:30 ~ two and half hours after I started, but I didn't really know how far I had come or more importantly how far I had to go- I thought about bringing a map, but what for- I'm following a road- no navigation needed
I trudged another 1/2 hour and the light snow started to become less light, I stopped and thought. I don't know if I have 3 miles to go or 6, I don't know how fast (or more correctly how slow) I'm going, the snow isn't getting any easier the higher I climb, I know when (if?) I get to the cabin I'll be spent, I also know I'll have to fall a tree or two, buck it up and then split it up to heat the cabin. I do know that I can make it back to the truck before dark and that would be the sensible decision. I'm telling you honestly that even though that's the sensible decision, it was not easy turning around. I know that twenty years earlier (heck ten years), no way in hell would I be turning around. No doubt I thoroughly screwed the pooch on this trip- too confident I'd be driving closing to the cabin, under estimating the depth of the snow, under estimating the effect of the pulk, not bringing a map because I'd be almost entirely on a road, getting a late start- poor, poor planning all around.
The one good decision I made that day was to turn around, no matter how much it bruised my ego.
headed down

when I got home I quickly got a map out, I went ~ 3.5 miles before turning around- I had ~ 3.5 miles to go, at the rate I was going it would have been dark by the time I got to the cabin (headed downhill and in the tracks I made- I covered the 3.5 miles in a little over an hour and half)- so one good call
