Before you make any assumptions about cold and ice, about white-out storms and shivering sleepless nights, remember this key point about snow camping: no mosquitoes.
For those of us who attract them like happy hour beckons drunks, this alone is incentive enough to camp in the dead of winter. But the truth is that snow camping can be immense fun and in some ways even better than its more popular summer sibling.
December 29, 2005
I braced myself for the infamous "Catwalk," catching my breath as I peered over the edge of the exposed knife-sharp ridge.
It dropped steeply on both sides. Thousands of feet below, the Hoh River caressed and deepened the U-shaped valleys as it meandered around Mount Olympus.
A mountain goat that followed us eyed me with suspicion, likely wondering why I was blocking a path he so obviously had marked as his own.
I wondered that, too, as I picked my way across the steep ridge connecting Cat Peak with Mount Carrie.
October 6, 2005
While it's true that I loved camping as a kid, I'll be honest with you: It wasn't clambering around waterfalls or watching black bears and sunsets that stoked my love of the outdoors. What I really cherished most, what I remember best, was eating outdoors.
Those were the carefree days when Mom did all the camping cooking, before Clif Bars and GU Energy Gel became standard fare in my pack, and the only thing dehydrated on our trips was usually my sister, who always managed to get sick on the drive to Yosemite or Lake Tahoe.
July 28, 2005
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