Honestly, I would rather have a birthday in July, because swimming in an alpine lake would be pretty much ideal. But since my parents didn't take this into consideration, I am stuck with January. Which, once I cheered up, can be pretty good. When we arrived at the backcountry shelter, I decided some more climbing would be all right.
|Looking into Idaho from almost 8000 feet|
|Wolves! Oh wait...dogs.|
But maybe not. Who knows? It was time to descend. Another successful birthday weekend, doing hard things. May it always be so.