Noah, Jason and I went up to climb the North Ridge of the Pfeiff again in an attempt to escape the heat and the funky snow down low. We thought about skiing the NE or NW or some of the other adventurous routes on the peak but after a thoroughly enjoyable scramble, we were content to ski the East Ridge as it held the most appetizing snow.
It turned out that with 50 mph gusts from the south, the North Ridge was the perfect choice for the day. We were totally sheltered until the final steps to the summit where we were almost blown back down whence we came.
|The lower ridge after gaining the small saddle between Maybird and Hogum|
|Windows of the Wasatch|
|JD testing out the rubber on his boots.|
|The boys approaching the crux moves|
|Bomber hand jams can be found amongst the death blocks|
|Expecting ice, a skiff of soft wind blown snow was welcome on the down.|