The original plan was to do an epic backcountry ski weekend in the Eastern Sierras at the end of April, usually a reliably good time to get some spring skiing in at high elevation. Alas, Mother Nature had other plans. After making the 7-hour trek from the SF Bay Area to Bishop, CA, we couldn’t get from the road to the minimally snowy part of the mountain. Or, at least, not without an inordinate amount of hiking over loose rock with skis on our backs, which is not my idea of a fun time.
So, we went with our backup plan: bouldering in the Buttermilks!
And by bouldering, I mostly mean stretching because for whatever reason that was the theme of the trip.
Since we were there, I figured I might as well struggle-bus up some rocks. Yes, that’s the technical term.
It was admittedly a bit of a bummer to miss out on some gnarly backcountry ski adventuring, but at least we got some stretching (and climbing) in.