Uinta Mountains. East of Salt Lake City

At nearly 10,000 feet above sea level, our camp next to one of the lakes in the Unita Mountains was one of the coldest but also one of the quietest and most pleasant.
Unfortunately, Shannon wasn't feeling very well when we were there. Having a cold at altitude is normally not that fun.

 Olivia enjoyed walking around and taking photos of the local wildlife. Any ideas Brad? Someone told me it might be a Crossbill but that was just from description. I don't think it is.

I went climbing and met some friends of my friend Tom, quite by accident. John and Rose where climbing up at Ruth lake and allowed me to climb with them. Also there were two other people that we climbed with, Callie and Dave. It was nice that everyone was an experienced climber which was a stark contrast to the young bunch of yahoos that were on the easy stuff around the corner, knocking rocks off hell west and crooked.

Job on one of the many great 5.10 routes there.

 Rose belaying John. On the second day when Olivia came, her and Rose got on great and Olivia was very sad to have to say goodbye. Hope they went well on their trip to climb the Grand Teton.

Me getting back into the swing of proper climbing after having not had much luck with the weather.

This route was one of the best ones on the crag. A 5.10b I think.

 It even had a bit of crack climbing in it which I promptly took advantage of.

Early in the day, a chipmunk fell from half way up the cliff and was stunned for quite a while. We watched it while it gradually came back to life. A couple of hours later, its mother climbed down and escorted it back up to their ledge on the cliff face. it was amazing to see the kind of stuff that they could run both up and down.

Dave working on what we all considered to be about the most sustained 5.11b that we had ever tried.