Pulsatilla was the kind of big day that leaves you with a scrambling hangover the next morning.
We began by scampering up the trail to the Protection Mountain mine, scurrying up to a notch in the ridge directly above the mine and then sauntering down from the ridge into the vast bowl on the other side. The flat, stable karst made for easy travel and we soon strutted our way across to the delightful tarn nestled beside Pulsatilla Mountain. We bumbled our way through the rock bands and up through some scree to the ride to reach the summit of Pulsatilla. After a brief break we careened back down to the bowl and hobbled directly over to Armor Peak. With some light rain to cool our traumatized bodies, we limped back along the ridge to the notch, stumbled back down to the mine and staggered back along the trail.