Howdy All
In a word: Brr...
Met Patrick and Bryan in the boarding area, which had a good assortment of snowshoers and BC skiers. Eman and Mark were also on the first tram. Dropped off the permit and headed out sans snowshoes until we reached the Sid Davis drainage. After Patrick and I dug ourselves out several times

we donned the snowshoes -- Bryan had wisely put his on earlier.
Patrick's pre-trip weather report -- "Partly cloudy with a slight chance of fun" turned out to be right on the mark. We had an uneventful climb to the outhouses in Tamarack. It wasn't too cold even though it snowed on and off. No sign of the sun. We caught up with several BC skiers and followed them out of Tamarack.
The ridge we were switchbacking up seemed a bit steep for the old Tamarack route. Although we had a GPS, we were content to follow the skiers. The snow was primarily soft but had occasional hard areas. It shortly became clear that we weren't on the right approach for the Miller saddle. At this point, Mark, Bryan and I headed straight up to get on the top of the ridge and orient ourselves. Once there, we were disappointed to discover both visually and via GPS that we were on the ridge just east of Cornell Peak.
The Iceman picked this precise point to blast us with artic gusts and blowing snow

We discussed our options and decided to retrace our steps back down to Tamarack valley. The skiers shot close by us on the way down, which was a bit unnerving. Once in Tamarack, we talked about whether or not we wanted to try for Miller. By this point, however, we'd had enough of the cold and the weather was deteriorating significantly.
There were several more inches of snow when we reached the ranger station and headed up the cement. Said our hellos to Patrick and boarded the tram -- the white out reminded me of touching the void. Patrick and Bryan took a rain check (make that a snow check) on lunch at La Casuelas so I feasted alone.
So, are any fools (er, snowshoers) interested in going out again tomorrow?
Miles of smiles,
Ellen