Frodo and Stinkyfeet, you remember how good Cruddytoes is at finding an obscurred trail in blowing snow during the darkest hours of the night (i.e., Waumbek), right?
The wind was howling with blowing snow and the temperature was plummeting on the floor of Franconia Notch during our PVSART (western Whites equivalent to AVSAR) quarterly meeting at the Cannon tram station on Wednesday evening, so I can only imagine what it was like higher up on the Northern Presi's.
Mike and Al, nice effort!