Late March ski trip to Kings is an annual event hosted by Larry and Steve Swansons since 1971. This year we've got about 30 participants, from WMC, TUNA, Ogden Standard-Examiner, and of course unaffiliated crazy souls.
Met for dinner at Lotty's at Evanston on Friday night ( in my experience, two or three cuts of prime rib from their buffet will sustain you for most of the next day ) and drove on to the end of plowed road at Henry's Fk turnoff (about 3 miles N of the CG) to get some good sleep.
On Sat. morning, set out on skis at 5 am. A quick restroom stop at the CG (thanks Swanson bros. for stocking it up with toilet paper!), and cont'ed on creekside track which I helped to break the previous week. The Sun rose, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the breeze was pretty gentle or nonexistent. Reached Elkhorn Xing by 8:30 and Gunsight Pass by 11, decide to boot from there because of low snow level this winter. At the top by 1:15 pm, and as more people joined in, soon we had a small party going on the sun-warmed rocks there.
In the meantime I was digging under the rock described by Spidertracks, in about 100 ft South of the summit. Zilch. I called out the guys at the top if they can see an ammobox, and sure enough, it was in plain sight over there. There was also a red plastic box with latches, and two large notebooks in ziplock bags, and everything was being use as registers. The cache was in the most sorry state of all of them. The logbook turned into shreds and paperballs, I guess mice have been nesting in there? The contents included some trash and some candy. I cleaned it up and L a Russian coin and Footloose T-bug, and left a few folded sheets of paper and a picture, with a note that "THIS IS NOT A REGISTER and it shouldn't be at the summit, please keep it hidden over here". But of course the cache needs a true logbook. Re-hid it in the hole under the big rock as described by Spidertracks, some 10 ft S of the yellow lichen rock mentioned in the cache description. Covered with some rocks but you should see it fine if you peek your head into the hole and look down.
5 hours return trip, the snow got soggy and the creekbed snow bridges were crumbling. Loved it still, the windblasted snow at Gunsight and the maze of rocks and snowbridges down in the narrows ain't your typical Wasatch powder skiing, but it feels so much like Siberia . TFTH and thanks Swanson brothers for their work and dedication!
EDITED: Hurray my film has been found after a month+ AWOL!
[This entry was edited by MOCKBA on Saturday, May 01, 2004 at 6:50:13 PM.]