No spaghetti Westerns for breakfast as we headed for the Mexican Everest

The sun felt amazing as we picked our way through the forest and up towards the snow line

We didnt see another soul for days...........

Phillip is basically the Latino Frodo Baggins ................ In deep snow this hombre hiked barefoot .............. His feet are tougher than Geronimo's rattlesnake belt ..........

At about 9000 feet he broke out the woollen socks ..............

And his flute .................

Bears in all directions could smell Phillips spicy feet from over 10 miles away ..................

I started sharpening long spears while the wolves and other critters closed in for the "all you can eat buffet" !!!!

All in all - Mexican Everest was successfully conquered by The Brown Sabbath Mountaineering Crew in true unprepared fashion and mostly barefoot ............ As usual i ate all my snacks in the first 3 miles. By mile 12 i'd eaten - 1 Rising sun bandana and half the sleeve off one of my white tee's filled with snow ..........