Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura

We re-arranged my room a little a couple days back:

It’s been a great weekend (although I’m seven different flavors of sore right now). Yesterday was especially enjoyable.

I took off with Mr. Ben (my R.A.) and Josh (one of my suite-mates) on a crazy hike up to Baldy peak. It would have been challenging enough if we had simply taken the trail and hiked there and back. But not for Mr. Ben. Rather than using a trail, we drove as far as we could up some deserted canyon, straped snowshoes on, and began our ascent up what Ben hoped was the right ridge. Turns out that we almost were on the right ridge, and we came up about a half mile to the east of the peak. Due to turning weather we opted against hiking accross the ridge to Baldy, and instead began hiking accross the ridge in the opposite dirction (toward the M) because there was simply no way that we would have been able to make it down the same way we came up in a safe and timely manner. Coming back from a 7 hour, 8 mile hike (with 3,500 feet of vertical going up and again coming down) we cleaned up and hit up MacKenzie River for dinner, which was wonderful, and then we made our way back to the Quad.

Ug. I’m too lazy for this right now, and it needs pictures. More later.

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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