Avalanche Gulch Windstorm
The weather looked promising...and then came the wind. Huge contrails of snow curled overhead like giant fingers reaching out over Avalanche Gulch. The sound of it was like a thousand jet engines. No one summited that day—no one even tried. We scrambled about on hands and knees at Lake Helen and beat a hasty retreat back down the hill. Mount Shasta, California.
Andy Lewicky is the author and creator of SierraDescents