A Trail Anecdote: The Fog on Granite Ridge
A sudden fog erased the cairns above treeline. We oriented the map to the faint ridge shape, took a bearing to the next saddle, and leapfrogged between lichen-splotched boulders, choosing clear intermediate targets to keep a straight, confident line.
A Trail Anecdote: The Fog on Granite Ridge
Because declination was preset at the trailhead, our bearings stayed true. Another party wandered off the ridge by a few degrees, compounding error in minutes. Small preparations made the difference between a calm exit and a cold, anxious night.