Shasta's outline in the early morning.

Clouds over the valley below.

Calm , clear and sunny. This was going 
to be a piece of cake... so we thought.

Our route is the ridge ahead. 

Lukas on the ridge.

Looking for a place to camp.

Next day. Our camp at 9800 ft. 
Lukas prepares breakast and water.

Mike's fat-boy skis iced up.

We abandoned the idea of a 
summit attempt and skied out 
in near white-out and flat light.

Enjoying the glades lower down.