Looks like a nice ski trip, but why are you posting these snowboard pics to fb now, when your trip must have been months ago?
But. It’s June. I didn’t realize they run ski lifts that late.
Soooo…. wait, what?
Jesse and I both used to live in Eastern Kansas, and these are some of the responses we get when we try to tell our friends from the flatlands (whom I love dearly) about our annual June hike/snowboard trip up Medicine Bow Peak. Med Bow Peak is one of my favorite places in Wyoming. Scratch that. In the world.
It was featured on our wedding save-the-date (designed by yours, truly).
It was also the backdrop to several of our pre-ceremony wedding party photos.
It’s the reason we skipped our long run this past Saturday. And it’s a whole lot of bad-ass. So get ready for a pic-heavy post, because even though the photos don’t quite do it justice, I just can’t really put it into words. Also I apologize in advance for getting a little braggy. Or maybe it’s too late for that.
After stuffing our faces with the breakfast of champions (the original West-Mex, Taco Johns), we started our trek on the side of the road near the base of the mountain. It was a beautiful day to start.
The monsoon we now know as “May” benefited the snow situation on the mountain. There was even more remaining this year than is typical. We all enjoyed our fair share of post-holing up the mountain.
The views along the way didn’t suck.
We were sure to catch our breath and hydrate.
About half way up the mountain, the clouds took over. We only briefly considered turning back while it sleeted on us.
Then we basically climbed Mount Everest. It’s the same, I’m sure.
After what felt like forever but was really only maybe 3 hours, we summited at 11,995 feet.