Of course, I tried to prepare a bit better for Sunday, as it was snowing at my house when I prepped. Three layers, (two on the arms, the full three on the torso) and a hat and gloves. The prospect of snow didn't bother me, and the front had completely passed through on Friday and Saturday, so the potential for much in the way of wind was pretty much nil.
Again, I decided to try someplace I hadn't been before. I liked McTarnahan Hill on Friday from the east, I thought I would explore approaches to it from the west. I didn't have the intention of summiting — and I didn't, I stopped a few miles short — but the climb was more than the summit achievement two days previous in less distance. Tough, tough climb.
The climb was on a 4x4 road. For a road heading up a canyon and a fairly steep ridge, it was surprisingly un-dug out. The only part of the climb that was tough was the climb itself. Footing was stable, and there were no deep whoop-de-doos to deal with. Of course, pegging the old HR at 165-170 for a 40+ minute climb isn't for everyone. At times, I didn't think it was for me, either. Walking was tough enough in parts, thank you.
Along the way, I found an old, collapsed mine shaft. Pretty cool.
The canyon was narrow and twisty and the one photo I did snap doesn't really capture either aspect. Oh well. run it yourself if you want. I think I'll do that one again.