Suffering from an unfortunate hangover Saturday morning, I decided that bagging a peak would be a good cure that involved minimal social interaction. Too bad plans formulated while dehydrated and with a pounding headache are rarely good ones. The idea was to do Mount Powell, which is by no means a difficult peak. However, I didn't get to the trailhead until 11:30, made up my own route, did not bring enough water, and forgot all my food in the truck. Awesome! ...Apparently I am not smart enough to be out alone. With that said I never died, and only had to bushwack for a couple miles.
A photo of Powell I took earlier this fall.
My route went up the less impressive Deer Lodge Mt. (at right), then traversed the long ridge to Mt. Powell (at left).
Mt. Powell and its crater like cirque as seen from Deer Lodge Mt. I traversed the ridge at left.
Chain of lakes in the Flynt Creek Range.
