Lindy Peak

I meet James in the hardware store parking lot at 5:30, both of us crusty and exhausted. Within minutes my gear is in the back of his Subie and we are heading down I-90 to MT 200 and up to MT 83. We pull off on the road to Lindbergh Lake, make a right headed up the mountain, and soon, even though it is mid-June, are gunning it through snowdrifts. We hit an impassable one at 5000 feet, park, gear up, and start hiking. Within 2 miles we are skinning on continuous snow, route-finding through an old cut area, and calling out for bears. Having been here before, I lead the way down from the ridge to Beanpole Lake, where we regroup, snarf a sandwich, and start booting up the main chute.