OK, welcome. We'll start and, hopefully, end at the Halfmoon TH - at the end of an 8.5-mile good dirt road near Minturn on Hwy 24.
Midway we'll also "attend church" Sunday morning atop Mt. of the Holy Cross!
Tom got to use his new scale. His pack and mine weighed 30 lbs each. Pat's (the hulk on the right) topped 60 lbs. [Pat carried almost all of the three-man tent.]
Two images on the right show elevation profile and photo of route from TH to summit.
We'll be camping at East Cross Creek, the low point mid-way in the profile.
OK - it's our blue day.
L-R: Tom, son Pat, and Bill (your photographer and commenter).
10:30 and we're off - right on schedule.
Yeah, he's a Royals fan. [It's in the blood, as his parents are from Kansas.]
Gerry Roach's map here. We're doing Route #1 - that would be 12.0 miles RT and 5,625' gain from TH. Throw in a visit to Lake Patricia: another 2-3 miles and about 800'.
View west from the top of Halfmoon Pass. Holy Cross is yet out of sight to the left.
Yeah, it even looks like a heavy pack, but Pat could easily out-distance us.
This is just a Pika. As they get larger they turn into Marmots!
All around us, minor riots were occurring among the wildflowers.
Our first peek at Holy Cross - the dark summit on the left.
Can you see the hang-glider?
Does telephoto help?
OK - it's Holy Cross with our North Ridge route now evident.
Camp would be down low in the forest below.
Our photo taken by Jason.
Raquel and Jason - our newest best friends.
They're from Ft. Collins - and celebrating their 5-Week Anniversary.
Lake Patricia is out of sight , just above the tree line left of center.
E. Cross Creek is down there and our trail will find it.
This has got to be the creek. Now at a point just above our campsite.
The pack in took us two hours.
Probably a miner's cabin.
This is from our camp - the view between two trees at the nearby cascade of E. Cross Crk.
Home at last - and all to ourselves.
Couldn't see or hear any neighbors.
Our two-setter, three-dude, four-season Walrus tent.
OK - heading out on a fishing expedition to Lake Patricia. Someone we passed packing out said a friend of his got a large Brown trout at the lake a couple of years ago.
Well, these folks say they've been camping at the lake for several years - and there are no fish.
How trustworthy do you suppose they are? Maybe they hid their poles as we approached!
Well, I don't see any signs of fish - do you?
Ya have to get close to check for fish.
I guess Tom saw one that big?
Sometimes - ya just have to go in after them.
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There's our route in the morning.
The "Cross" would appear off on the left flank of the peak, in the spring.
OK - no fish, but a decent workout in a pretty place.
Well, our camp hast to be down there somewhere.
This is the way we came up - if we can get to it.