When I reached a point on Trail Ridge Road, a few interesting things happened.  I found a snow field that people were climbing up and then sliding down.  I figured this would be a good spot to test out my gear.  As I was getting my pack, ice axe, and crampons together, I heard this strange sound.  A couple of musicians had parked behind me and begun to play drums.  They had a spring drum which made a sound I had never heard before so I looked over and asked what sort of drum it was.  I walked over to take a look, and within about a minute, we were playing drums as his friend played a double pan flute.  There we were, having a spontaneous musical momentat 12,000 feet with the Rocky Mountains as the visual backdrop.  After a few minutes they packed up again and headed for Denver where Mickey Hart "drum guru from the Grateful Dead" was holding a drum circle that night.  While I was tempted to go, I was on another mission to climb some mountains.  I headed toward the snow field, climbed to the top and hiked around a while.  There are some great pictures of this part of the trip and the next two days of climbing, unfortunately the film is in a camera that I dropped 2000 feet down a snow and boulder slope. It just kept going!

Fortunately, I brought 2 other cameras with me.  Let's move on and never mention the little Olympus Stylus Epic again.

Lesson #1: Don't drop your stuff
Lesson #2: Put your name on your stuff in case you drop it