CCY

It was a cold and foggy day, a bit like the beginning of a mystery story. The mystery was whether or not we would summit Chapin, Chiquita or Ypsilon. And if we did, whether we would see anything. After traversing to the saddle between Chapin and Chiquita, we decided to make for the summit of Chiquita in hopes that the swirling clouds would give us a glimpse to the valley below.

From Chiquita, it miraculously started to clear. We could look up to Ypsilon and down to the lakes below. Not wasting any time, we hiked down to the next saddle and up to the peak of Ypsilon.

A footy view down to the valleys below, but we were lucky we got that. We decided to skip Chapin on the return as the drizzle began to fall. My pack felt the lightest it's been all season since I was wearing every article of clothing in there. A stop for a mocha at the Alpine Visitor Center allowed us all to warm up and have the conversations that drizzle and hoods precluded.