Back in April, Jesse somehow convinced me to agree to go on a hike at the top of Sandia peak. We were just going to traverse for a mile or so along the ridge . . . no big deal, right?
WRONG! Despite the fact that it was April, the top of the mountain was still covered in snow! Not only did my legs get all red but my ears and hands and, well, everything was cold!
And it was windy and on this of all days the sun was nowhere to be seen.