Gerry, Penelope and I climbed Medicine Bow Peak in the Snowy range one final time before the snow came. At 12,013 ft. it was too high for Gerry who'd just arrived from the east coast two days before. The day we climbed there were exceptionally high winds and I didn't expect that we would make it. Penelope and I pushed on after Gerry turned back and were both blown down more than once (I would guess we had gusts to 60 mph or so.) Once we gained the upper third of the climb we were protected from the wind by the mountain itself and it was much easier. All around the summit there were maybe fifty ravens that were diving and playing in the high winds.
