I got bogged down and figured I was buggered a few more times but managed to keep trying and finally get moving again. I suppose anyone with any brains would have turned around about now.
Finally, after crossing Sparrow Creek I got bogged down for the final time, stepped off the steaming machine to assess the situation, and dug into the survival ration gummy bears.
I suppose anyone with any brains would have brought a shovel along.
I shed the warm layer as soon as the hard work started.
After plenty of verbal encouragement I got the heavy @%$#*! pig turned around and pointed in the other direction, and by now the snow had softened enough it was taking full throttle just to keep moving downhill.
The 1km marker at the top of Tombstone Hill.
Lower down I came across these cool cougar tracks.
Well I never made it up the mountain on the crust this Spring, so I will post some pictures from past successful ascents instead.