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That's the way up. I was too busy trying not to die to take pics on the way down.
In hindsight, the lack of footprints should've tipped me off to being in the wrong place. Hindsight is great like that.
"I lucked in at this point, and as a rider passed me he revealed that he had ridden this stretch just the week prior. His flashing rear light became my map, glancing at my Garmin only occasionally to check he did in fact know where he was going. He did."
I could've/should've waited and followed other people.
Even further down when bits were rideable, there were still HAB sections and I was falling arse over tit on them. It was a fine dust or something and my shoes just didn't grip at all. Was pretty fucking stressful.
Looks fine. Snow makes it easy to navigate