Bob trudges across a snowfield in the saddle between Bessie and Helen. After eyeing the situation in front of us, we decided that this was not the time of the year to attempt the traverse with the gear we had.
So we set our sights on Red Mountain instead. Yup, that's Red in the distance.
Bob calls in our change of plans to Jill and Jen who would be picking us up later. Bessie Peak stands out in the background.
We decided to try to skirt around Bessie's flank and cross a saddle that I had seen when flying through the area a few years before. It worked, but it wasn't a whole lot of fun. Getting down to the saddle and up on the Red Mountain ridge system was quite a chore. If there weren't steep slopes, it was because there were cliff bands. Nothing quite like Tongass tree mountaineering.
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