Dirty Harry, hunting and fishing. Ovando to Lincoln.

After my night in the snow, I was tired, cold and underslept. Every time I rounded a corner and saw the tiniest hill my mood darkened; my fingers and toes were very cold and I wondered about the risks of frost bite. I managed to crawl my way to Ovando, a small little town with…

First snow camp – Eureka to Ovando

Camping just after the pass at around 6000 feet between Clearwater Lake and Seeley Lake. The snow slowed me down significantly so I ran out of daylight and it became too dark to descend safely. After making the mistake of leaving them in the vestibule of my tent over night, my shoes became ice blocks…