Snyder Lake.

The winter is a complicated time for me. I really, really, don't like being cold. I get cold pretty easily. And starting my "Outdoor" life in Utah, Arizona, and more northern climes primarily only in summer, really didn't prepare me for moving to Montana and having a husband who expected to go outside, with me, as often as before. Year round. Every weekend.

I already don't have a particularly dialed outdoor system down for pretty much anything (clothing, calories, bearanoia, etc) then add my refusal to stop moving. When you stop moving you get cold, so I just refuse to stop moving.

Is my neck cold cause I layered wrong??? As long as I can feel that it's cold it's clearly not frostbite, no need to stop and fix the problem.

Hungry cause I usually get a stomach ache if I eat too much for breakfast, but forgot to put any food in my pack's waist belt pockets??? It's only a six hour hike, I've gone for longer than six hours without eating before, no problem!

Thirsty???  Can't drink too much water or I'll have to not only stop, but expose delicate skin!

Starting to feel a hot spot where one foot is sliding more than the other because I didn't tighten my boot straps equally??? Um... yeah, still not stopping.

Not that I'm actually moving that quickly. Ask D. My lack of stopping does not actually make me quick. It makes me a tortoise. I'm typically moving so slowly that I could probably do most of these things without effecting my pace, but in winter, I always have poles, so there's no way to do anything unless you stop, plant your poles and go from there. Too much time. Too much cold.

So there is essentially a constant level of discomfort when I'm outside in the winter.  It's all my fault, and I know it, but I'm not stopping.


The larger problem is that I don't want to stay indoors all winter. I mean I do. But I don't. First off, Summer only applies to like, 75 days a year up here... and even then, it's not real summer. There's always snow Somewhere and you can never take a hike without at least two long sleeve articles of clothing, usually three is most sane. And to be in a position to make the most of those 75 days you've got to be ready for them.

Plus... and not to press the point... winter is really pretty.


Work and life and everything is just so complicated. The whole being an adult thing. Spending 5 or 6 hours, once a week, staring at really pretty stuff, really makes clocking-in, going to the bank, coming up with new dinner menus every night (okay, so not like I cook dinner every night) but ya know, it makes being responsible easier. Don't ask me how, it just does. D likes to be articulate about it, but whatevs. I'm just saying, it's been awhile since I've been out. And I needed it.

We drove to the end of the road, the parking lot of the closed Lake McDonald Lodge and started up the trail that leads to all sorts of fun.  Because of the cloud layer most likely blocking the view from the top, we opted to pass the junction for the Mt. Brown Lookout and head to Snyder Lake instead.

You start in the forest.  I have hiked in many places, and in many forests, but there is something distinctly special about the trees on the southeast side of Lake McDonald.

I know how the guy below feels...  all his friends are standing tall and he's the only one so overburdened with snow he can't leave the ground!!!

It's a gentle climb along the creek that drains the Upper and Lower Snyder Lakes.  Once you get high enough the trees occasionally break and you catch glimpses of the peaks forming Snyder Lakes' cirque.

They say - keep on coming, keeping on climbing, I have lots of friends you can't see just waiting for you to get to the Lake and put us all together into one big circle!

We were wearing skis because we anticipated breaking trail in some weird and heavy snow, on the much less frequented Mt. Brown Lookout Trail.  But the Snyder Lakes trail was well formed.  We passed six other people, in three different parties, all on snow shoes or just plain boots...  which on the way up I looked at jealously, but skis win on the way down :)

The above photo was not adjusted to be Black and White...  this is the color version...  All hail the Uni-Cloud!

Once the trees really started to open up, we were treated to several bright blue frozen falls.   I've been told, if you can reach them, they taste like blue raspberry...

Almost there...

BAM.  Sandwich time.  In the above photo the lake is just over the near ridge of snow, surrounded by trees you can't see, hiding a couple campsites.  It's just under 9 miles round trip from the parking lot, a three hour hike in the summer, which on this day took us around five hours.

D, earning his turns.

On the way back there's the pleasure of the first reflected rays off the lake; confirming you are as close to the car as you think you are.

Not a bad homecoming.  Now where's my beer???