The gang at Avalanche Lake
The ghost of Avalanche Lake
Jenn and Andrew at Avalanche Lake
The way up the backside of Algonquin was steep and extremely warm. I couldn't believe how spring-like it felt. It was definitely well above zero. The snow was firm enough, though, that crampons were all that we wore. We did not posthole at all. After a long and tiring and very steep 2000-foot ascent, we gained the main ridgeline.
