With swarms of mosquitos clouding around our exposed skin, we surveyed the climb in front of us. It was only about a 100ft down with most of it walkable, but a series of near vertical, 10-20ft steps bared our way to a beautiful little tarn that looked perfect for camp. Shifting our 40lbs packs around in a futile attempt to ease our sore shoulders, we tried to find a route down.
It was the second day of a beautiful hike on flower ridge. The day before, we had hiked up the steep trail 1800m up to the beginning of the ridge. Waking up with unbelievable views of the mountains on both sides, we started hiking the ridge, slowly gaining altitude and the illusion of getting closer to the giant mountains on the horizon. Pushing beyond the well worn route of day hikers, we landed on steep scree slopes and barren alpine rock of the ridge summit and eyed our descent down this large grey rock wall.
With some careful prodding and butt sliding, we made it down safely with much more imaginary danger than reality. Unfortunately, the tarn ended up being a bug super camp and with more mosquitos than either of us could handle fully clothed with bug nets on, we decided to turn back and camp as high and as close to the ridge summit as possible.