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Labor Day weekend in the Lost River range, including a climb of Leatherman Peak

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After spending the night at Tara's house outside Ketchum, we drove over Double Springs Pass. At a rest stop, we thought we had parked in a den of snakes until we realized we had punctured a tire en route.

We replaced the wheel and proceeded to our campsite.

Editor's note 2014: We drove a Volkswagen Eurovan almost to the end of the road up the West Fork of the Pahsimeroi. Now THAT is driving!

It was early, so we hiked to the top of a ridge to our south. The view was worth the hard work.

We hung out on the ridge top for quite a while, including taking a group photo.

Early the next morning Jerry and John set off for Leatherman. The guide book indicated the easiest route was quite challenging, so Art and Tegan decided to attempt White Top from Leatherman Pass, the saddle to the right of Leatherman.

When Jerry and John got up into the upper valley, it was clear there was an easier route than the guide book's recommendation of the right hand ridge. Instead of an exposed Class III scramble, it was a Class II hike.

Hiking, yes. Easy, no.

However, if you kept your eyes open you could see some scree.

John found a large quartzite crystal, making Jerry jealous. Jerry found his own within 100 feet.

The scree is steep, and somewhat large in size. In fact, it's too large to plunge-step down. Our times were almost the same for both the climb and the descent.

It was a bit windy on top, but we layered up and enjoyed the view. Through the binocs we could see Art and Tegan retreating from White Cap. The exposure caused Tegan some troubles. Poor Art was frustrated as he could see his buddies on the summit of Leatherman across the way.

The next day we took a scenic tour east, where we saw Bell Mountain for the first time.

Add another peak to the To Do list.

Shortly after that, we had our second flat, a deep gash one could put their fingers through. We re-installed the leaker, and the drill began. The guys took turns pumping up the tire, and then Art would roar down the road knowing he could go 6.5 minutes before the tire would require another dose of air.

We arrived in Mackay about an hour later. We shook blistered hands on making it that far. After asking around we found an un-marked garage. We left the garage with one tire with a very shaky-looking patch, with our spare showing a huge bulge where the slash had occurred.

Then we drove over Trail Creek summit. That shaky tire actually made it all the way to Boise.

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