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Day 0  
     Our trip began with a snag, before even reaching the trailhead.  Meghan’s bag, marked with my name, failed to arrive with our airplane, instead opting to explore conversion options in Salt Lake City.  Told the earliest the bag would reappear was 11am the next morning, we proceeded to spend the next 2 hours frantically calling friends, friends of friends, enemies of friends, and anyone else who might be able to help.  An 11am arrival for the bag would be a touch late for our 6am departure aboard the only public transit to Yosemite...
Thirty people in tents rarely move quickly or in unison and it takes a while to get the herd moving this morning.  After much deliberation, tracking down the necessary gear, a double set of cams .5 through 3, we stand around for a while, wait for a bit, then hold off on action for a little longer.  We will still be the first vehicle out of the lot this morning. 
 
Around the campfire last night, Harrison recommended a multi pitch route for me, the South Six-Shooter tower.  The spire is visible from the campsite and the pinnacle must command...
35 degrees and windy don't feel outrageous, until you brush snow off some rock to start climbing.  For a day ice climbing, this could be precariously warm, not so much for the splitters of Indian Creek. 
 
Last night's wind blew one of the group’s tents over, much to the dismay of the occupant.  I had a reasonable night, listening to intermittent rain and snow through the night.  I did have to restake my fly at one point and I diligently waited for as long as my need to pee could hold out - how does the sayng go? "two birds with one frigid...
Rain drops spatter on the windshield, as I cross the cold front descending on Grand Junction.  In a few hours, it will dump 12 inches of powder on the Vail pass, an hour behind me.  For now it's just a few intermittent droplets, coming and going in brief waves and generating a dust cloud behind me which is beginning to slide from tan to orange as the sun sets ahead.  The drive from Denver has taken 4 hours, including a pause to watch a half dozen big horn sheep walk along the slope next to I-70 and a second to enjoy a few minutes beside the Rifle River.  Everything...