Looks like some sporty country and not unlike stuff I hunt occasionally right across the way from my little shack in the hills.
Enjoy the opportunity while it lasts (hope it lasts a good long time too) as life has a funny way of redirecting our best laid plans.
Caution is your friend buddy. A bad sprain turns a tough hike into a sumbitch. I've spent the night on a steep azzed, slippery snow and ice covered scree field due to one wrong step when I was in my early 20s and solo hunting the Frank Church.
You are a smart dude. just some friendly food for contemplation when you turn the headlamp off.
Happy hunting Amigo.
You said it.... Caution in those mountains is the name of the game. I have pretty good balance and some okay hiking abilities, and it still seemed to be every day that we got into some spots that were borderline dangerous/uncomfortable. I can't imagine how it'd be for a Flatlander to head up North and try to hang tough in the big granite. Getting caught out with a messed up leg (or worse) is definitely up there on my list of things to avoid. We are on the same page when it comes to that!
