Henceforth this gully shall be known as Gas Attack Gully--for reasons I'd rather not reveal in public.
After deciding that this was the appropriate means of accessing the ridge, Taco and I promptly sat down and ate some food.
He had brought his pantry with him and kept offering me Twix bars. After climbing a bit, we took another break when Taco noticed that his home-made water bottle was leaking.
Some more climbing.
Finally we reached some frozen trees, which was secretly my goal for the day.
But Taco wanted to reach the ridgetop, so that he could flash his gang signs beside a bansai tree.
After reaching the ridge, we realized we had reached it a little higher up than we had expected--which is why this report isn't primarily about the ridge.
It's primarily about how Taco ate a strange-tasting ice donut
and suddenly thought he was hunting enemy soldiers on the summit of Baldy.
