It was a nice treat to find out that Bill would get July 4th off. One of Bill's long time desires was to climb North Schell peak, one of the highest mountains in Nevada at 11,883 feet. And it just happens to be less than 2 hours drive from our house.
I am always amazed to find such beautiful greenery, flowers and water in Nevada. Just by gaining a few feet in elevation, the scenery changes dramatically.
|We had our own private butterfly garden. We saw several varieties of butterflies.|
nice things to myself. At least Bill found me some awesome walking sticks.
|Still trudging and grumbling.|
|And trudging and murmuring.|
|Finally made it to the saddle!|
|Frozen watermelon is the best!|
|Self timing mishap :)|
|The summit is in sight!|
After reaching the summit of what we thought was North Schell, we pulled out the sign in page and read that we had actually climbed Middle Schell. I really DID NOT want to go back the way we came, so we decided to hike back down to the saddle and then up 800 feet to North Schell like a BOSS!
|Made it to North Schell!|
|The hills are alive. . .|
I thought I was being smart by freezing my water bladder overnight, but half of it was still frozen all the way down the mountain. Fortunately we found a fresh stream to get a drink from.
|Taking a break|