Early May 2024, The weatherman LIED! .01 inches an hour, more like a millisecond…
In spite of the weather, I enjoyed it.
I wanted to see what the condition of the remaining upper Grey Wolf trail was. We would have had to go bushwhacking to actually see where the bridge was located before it collapsed. I think we were within a hundred yards of that spot. My legs were soaked to the bone as I led the way through the less-travelled and basically overgrown trail. I pitied my companions so we rested, snacked and headed back to the campground.
This trail is down all of the way in and up all of the way out. When you factor in the extra weight you’re wearing in water, we’d a little extra work on the way out for this slog. My companions were thankful to get out in nature despite being soaked. I had a poncho so only my shoes, legs and shirt sleeves were soaked. I only brought rain jackets for my companions, having believed the weatherman, they were wetted more thoroughly than I.
