From the camp site, we had to descend a bit and then work our way up to the Holy Cross Ridge. The going wasn't bad, a little scrambling, and then we were faced with 5, count em, 5, mini-peaks to get to the summit. This itself isn't too bad either, but it was entirely talus. Not scree really, the rocks were decent sized, and didn't move much, but it was talus, all the time, and slow going
A few more shots to demonstrate the eternal nature of the talus fields
The Holy Cross summit was less than spectacular, but it sits on the west side of a horse shoe shaped ridge, which opens to the north. On the east side a miner once built a cabin with one helluva view. We continued along the horse shoe for the south end of it until we could drop down to the valley and head back to camp.
Well, pick our way back down to the valley and then back to camp... All told we spent about 8 straight hours picking our way along the talus fields. yeah, it gets old after the first 4 or 5 hours.
We got back to camp as the day was getting late, and we were quite tired, but we were also 95% out of food. Major bummer, it was a beautiful evening, Monday was a holiday anyway, and should have just packed that one extra dinner and a little oatmeal to spend the last night out. But we didn't feel like freezing on an empty stomach all night, so we packed up and walked out. The road seemed much, MUCH longer on the way out than the way in, but at least, in the dark, there were no 4-wheelers!