Finally, the summit! With no hats and an arctic wind tearing across the mountains, we put on our raincoats in a feeble attempt to ward off blue fingernails and stinging ears.
The view back towards the way we came.
Facing the other direction. It was stunning to see the Rockies draped across the curvature of the earth like this. From here, we could see the ski towns of Breckenridge and Keystone, too.
Chris, signing the Gray's Peak register. Our hands were so cold we had a hard time writing, but we couldn't go all the way up there and not leave our mark.
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Holy crap. My legs would be falling out of the hip sockets. Go you guys.
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