"Decided to embrace a long day and attempt La Bohn Peak w/ my trusty peakbagging pooch, Jed. The "waterfall route" looked pretty straight forward, but looked like it might require the use of hands (not just paws), so I decided to take the alternate route. The snow was still pretty firm and, while I had an ice axe, I had only trail runners and microspikes on my feet. The snow fields were steep enough that I chose to ascend a small gully with water running through it. This allowed me to squeeze through the moat between the rocks and the melting snow strip. Jed walked up the snow. However, as I gained elevation, I saw that it was very hollow underneath (with running water beneath) and I worried that Jed would punch through and get trapped. We turned back and, while I shimmied my way back down, a large chunk of solid snow (maybe 6 x 6 x 3 feet thick) broke off and pinned my legs together against the rocks. I felt a sharp twinge in my left knee and visions of "127 hours" flashed through my mind. I was able to wiggle my legs around and free myself, grateful that the snow did not shift any more to exacerbate the situation. At that point, we decided not to look for another route, but instea..." — TynanRammGranberg • Jul 21, 2019