Mount Misery

Courtney: We went to Mount Misery on an unseasonably warm afternoon; it was almost 60F. The paths were completely iced over, and often covered in puddles, until we reached dirt up near the summit. We all fell, especially on the slopes down, but it was a little surreal, and still fun.

Jonah: A fairly treacherous hike! The trails were like rivers of slick wet ice, with the only refuge being the margins or simply bushwhacking. “The Path of Least Resistance” was my name for it. How much ice does there have to be before a downhill turns into a bobsled course? It's a slippery slope argument!