Quest Update: As Summer Adventures Come to a Close

I haven’t been blogging or vlogging in quite a while.  I put a pause on this while my friend was supposed to update my website, but since my website still hasn’t been updated, and while my Quest inches closer to completion, it is time to bring you a compelling story of… well, okay, it’s just an update on things that I’ve been up to.  Super provocative stuff here, guys!


I am down to the last couple weeks of alcohol-free living.  I feel fantastic overall, and had an incredible summer full of camping, hiking, peak scrambling, biking, backpacking, a wedding, but mainly, working.  Much of my time in the last few months has been dedicated to growing my real estate business, maintaining my fitness, staying consistent with my Quest objectives, and some hiking/adventures when they could be squeezed in.

The Last Little Bit

So, let’s rewind a month when I was in the Enchantments for five days and then came home, grabbed my pre-packed bag of wedding garments and jumped on a plane to Cincinnati to celebrate my friends, Zach and Meghan, tying a knot.  I stood beside Zach as his (co-) best man and had a wonderful time meeting his friends and family.  Also that week, I saw my friend, Steve, who I had not seen in years.  It’s odd how with certain people it doesn’t matter the duration of time that passes between visits, when you get back together with those people, it’s as if nothing has changed.  Zach and Steve are two people in my life that that applies to.

Going back about nine years to when I met them, I was not too keen on Mister Zach.  I determined he was a pompous know-it-all ass before I properly got to know him.  I figured out, however, that he was just socially inept and had a pretty tough initial guard up.  However, once I broke through that guard we became great friends.  We even ended up all living in the same apartment building.  During that period I was their “Kramer,” not because I used the n-word on stage like some raving lunatic, but because on a daily basis I would just open their door and walk into their abode without so much as a door knock.  Much has changed in our lives since I had last saw them… especially with Steve who now has a toddler.  Together, in a group again, it was as if it no time had passed at all… with the exception of Zach’s ability to grow a beard, my inability to retain my hair, and Steve getting … errr… a little rounder.  Ha.

Zach on his big day biting my girlfriend’s arm

After Zach’s beautiful vows, and my appropriately hilarious and oh-so touching speech that shattered the expectations of everyone involved, but most importantly, the bride and groom 🧐, Steven and I woke up the next morning and drove my bishhh to the airport.  We proceeded to kick her wiggity-wack ass out the car and then drove to Cincinnati’s very own King’s Island.  King’s Island is a theme park.  I’m 34.  Steve is like 38 or some shit?… Basically, two full grown adult males had a date going on all the rollercoasters and rides that a midwestern theme park had to offer, and it was the best day ever!

But let’s not so quickly leap over the Enchantments, as it was an incredible trip through a beautiful, albeit smokey, region of the Cascades.  During our stay we visited all the different alpine lakes, swam in a few of them, climbed Little Annapurna, night hiked up Prusik Pass to watch a very unimpressive meteor shower, slept next to mountain goats  with their rambunctious kids in my hammock, and did some other miscellaneous scrambles.  We were very lucky to get permits, and although the smoke was a hinderance, it could have been much worse.

Brandi’s signature hiking pose.
My towel and his vistors


Full Enchantments Post coming soon with video footage.

So, that was a month back.  This past week Brandi and I attended a double header baby shower (one after the other) for two of my dudes.  I, then, packed up and went camping near Winthrop, WA, on Monday with my good friend, Adam.  We hadn’t spent any time together this summer so we had planned a couple days in the North Cascades.  The weather decided to be a cranky biotch, so we shifted our trip to the eastern side of the park where it is not quite as rain prone.  We hiked along the PCT and spent a couple days eating, as Adam likes to say, some “good food” in the woods along a creek.  With the weather starting to change, it’s probably the last multi-night camping trip for a while, but I was able to not miss much work at all.  It’s somewhat convenient taking most of your days off in the middle of the week.



During one of those weekends in there we went camping with our friends Jon and Bre.  On this camping trip we found an amazing riverside camp spot that was completely isolated from other passer-byers.  Jon was generous enough to bring along some delicious stogies he had picked up in the Dominican Republic.  Unfortunately, I had Open Houses to attend on both Saturday and Sunday that weekend so I had to drive back into civilization both mornings and didn’t get to disconnect on this particular trip like I normally would.  It was a very long and deliberate route that I wish had been avoidable on Saturday morning… but, hey, when duty calls.  Clearly getting outside hasn’t been much of an issue for me lately, so no harm no foul.

My dooooood Jon and I thumbin’ up & hangin’ loose

Beyond that… work + gym + plus a random weekday outing here and there is what my life currently consists of, and I a pretty okay with that.

The Quest

As for the Quest… As I had stated earlier, and as of today, I am two weeks out from completion.  That’s a huge benchmark and I am getting pretty excited to, again, be able to drink a cold and delicious beer.  Although, I am admittedly still wrestling with the idea of continuing with the absence of alcohol, that is seemingly a wrestling match I will lose.  Not because of some innate need to drink, but instead, because I do like having beer and a certain amount of alcohol is probably beneficial to things like my career and social life.

What has changed? 

There is more that has changed than that I recognize, but, simultaneously, not enough has changed for me to give up and go back to my post-Quest life.  Many of my new habits will stay with my for the remainder of years I have left.  Especially meditation, journaling, consistent exercise, hot and cold therapy, writing, and reading.  In fact, a couple weeks ago I realized that I am a completely different person than when I started this a year ago.  I, also, found out what doesn’t work and what I was just doing to say I did it.  Having some crazy journaling schedule… yeah, that did not come close to sticking.  Reading a ton of books a month became more of a chore and hindered performance in other areas.  Not watching TV sounds fun until you get bored out of your mind.

I am, however, in drastically better shape, I feel smarter, better read, more consistent with my mood, less anxious, less depression, I have started a completely new career where I work for my self, and I am better fit to deal with adversities that I face.

I do have a few new Quest concepts that I will further define and start once this one comes to fruition.  My next quest will focus on my shortcomings and areas of my life I wish to further improve.  Unfortunately, my current quest will not be 100% completed quite yet, as I still have some saving to do until I will be able to afford to make it to Patagonia.  That is still going to happen, however, and hopefully at some point in 2019 I’ll make it a reality.  Of course, it has to work out seasonally as well.  Stay tuned.

Summer is out, Fall is in

The seasons changed rather quickly this year, going from incredibly hot to rather cold overnight.  Summer is officially over this coming Saturday, and I am stoked to see some yellow and orange leaves and have some cooler weather to go hike in.  I used to call the fall shoulder season, now I just look at it as the cooler time of year to go hiking.

Lastly, congrats to my sister and her boyfriend on their engagement.  Ditto to my friends Jake and Jen!


Cheers 🤙 ,


VLOG #13: Melakwa Lake & Kaleetan Peak

Last week my adventure buddy Austin and I did what we love to do and found a fun hike and scramble off the i90 corridor to complete.  We headed out the night before, slept in hammocks near the trailhead, and then proceeded to burn the ever-loving piss out of my shoulders and back in the shape of the pack I was carrying.  There were fun times.  Great views.  Some route finding and steep rock faces.  We slipped at one point, that’s not on the video.  And, we jumped in the lake.

Sooo… Enjoy the vid!  No tunes added on this one, so it’s just the incredibly enjoyable sounds of nature… rather the commentary of two adventure dudes yukkin’ it up on the trail.  #CaptivatingAF

This weekend marked ten months of a booze free life; two more to go and I am officially done.  Who knows what will come then, but the initial quest is getting close to complete!


Cheers 🤙 ,



Powabunga, Dudes; Not-So Bloody Thumbs

A powder day.  If you are like me, there is nothing quite like it.  Deep snow accompanied with the ability to drop off steep cliffy mountainsides without (likely) causing harm to yourself.  It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but for those whose cup it is, there is nothing quite as exhilarating… perhaps, the exception would be jumping out of a plane.  I have also done that and I think I would still rather have a day of powder skiing, but it’s a close call…  Hmm… whatever, flip a coin, they’re both bad ass… either way, today rocked.  Now, let me share with you the amazingness that is POWDER.

Yesterday I woke up and did what I always do first thing on any given winter morning, I checked the snow report at the local mountains – Crystal and Stevens.  Low and behold, ten inches of fresh snow had fallen at Stevens where I am a proud holder of an overpriced seasons pass.  Fuck me.  I did squats two days ago and my legs had not fully recovered.  I got out of bed and winced slightly at the pain in my quadriceps.  Skiing today was out of the question.  However, upon checking the NOAA forecast, exactly what I was hoping for was confirmed.  Another 4-8″ was expected Wednesday night followed by 10-16″ on Thursday.  Fuck me, twice.

I headed to the gym and got a lift in, a long stretch and sauna session followed by the routine ice cold shower.  I then ran some errands and washed my ski gear.  The excitement grew.  Tomorrow is the first real powder day I will have had all year thus far.  I had a 10″ snowner – a boner for snow, for the layman.  For clarification, these snowners are often much larger than one’s actual boner.  Just saying, I don’t rock a Ron Jeremy sized piece… unless it’s a snowner.  I put the hedgehog’s snowner to shame.

This morning I woke up, and again, checked the snow report.  The report claimed that it had snowed four inches overnight.  I got up, packed up the dogs and my gear, and headed out the door.  I stopped for a coffee, grabbed a sandwich for breakfast, one for lunch, as well as a tasty maple bar that I justified eating because I was going to undoubtedly burn it off on the hill.  Once I got near the top of the pass, the snow gods smiled and so did I as the rain turned to flakes and the roads became slick with slush.

Parking around 9:00, I ran the dogs for 15 minutes or so as I put my boots and jacket on. Then I locked those two bitches up – they’re girl dogs so this isn’t rude, it’s accurate – and skied down to the chairlift.  I did not catch first chair, but it did not matter because the skies were puking snow.  There was definitely more than just four inches of fresh white powder on the hill and I, again, smiled ear-to-ear as I headed towards the backside of the mountain loudly whooping with joy.

On the backside, I ran a couple cumbersome laps.  My legs were still a bit tender from squats, but not nearly as bad as yesterday.  I figured they’d warm up but they were definitely slower to do so than normal.  Shitty visibility wasn’t helping the cause.  I stuck to the trees to counter the whiteout conditions; trees tend to offer contrast and increase the visibility when the open slopes don’t.

With every lap I got a little better.  By the third or fourth chair up the mountain I met two dudes, Ben and Andy, who must have pitied my lonesome self, and so, invited me to ski with them.  I accepted the invitation and the rest of the day was spent lapping untouched powder stashes all around the hill.  The powder was so deep we even lost a ski for a period of time when Andy fell at the bottom of a run.  Beyond that, we got cliffed-out (when you end up in a place that is not skiable and requires either hiking back up hill or crossing your fingers that you don’t get injured should you decide to drop the unskiable cliff) on a particularly sketchy portion of the mountain, which, once navigated, resulted in the deepest untouched powder stash of the day.  We, also, created enough slough that we were fully aware that avalanches were a danger to be considered.  We skied together until a little after 3:00.  We had the best day ever.  Lesson: The bond of skiing makes strangers best friends.

It snowed a foot before I made it back to my car.  I left the hill pleasantly exhausted and as I drove back towards civilization I noticed something.  My bloody thumbs were fully healed and were no longer bloody at all.  Things are changing, people… things are changing!

Powabunga 🤙 ,



Bloody Thumbs; the Mountaintop

Yesterday, on the way back to my dwelling unit from the rainy slopes of Stevens Pass, I was examining some thoughts that were coming and going.  These thoughts ranged from things that needed to be done or addressed, to financial obligations, Christmas presents that need to be bought, plans that need to be finalized, news that I read earlier in the day and I realized I was suddenly picking at my thumbs with an elevated level of anxiety.

My thumbs often bleed.  Not because they randomly bleed without cause, they bleed because I pick at them nervously until I crack the epidermis and leak my life juice out the side of my nails.  It’s not a healthy habit.  I’ve done it on and off for years… many years… actually, make that, many, many years… like since I was 14 or 15 years old.  Lately, however, I have been abstaining from such a childlike reaction to my internal anxieties.  Although I do still pick at my thumbs, I do so much less than I used to and they are starting to look less like bloody nubs and more like what they’re supposed to look like.  Still, I do not feel I am far enough along in my habit of not picking to say that it was something that I used to do.  I, again, still pick.  I am hoping to not pick by the end of next month.  All I have to do is not pick… easy, right?   We’ll see, I guess… I have faith.

When I noticed my thoughts drifting towards this hole of anxiety, the hole that leads to picking, I backed off the thought, took in a deep breath and realized I was creating unnecessary stress for myself.  I told myself to enjoy the moment instead of dwell on things that were currently out of my control and as my perspective shifted I started to observe the lush and wet forest, a waterfall and the river below the road, and the surrounding peaks as I drove through the Cascades that were getting hammered by a dreary mid-December day.  From there my mind shifted and began to wonder. I began imaging myself looking down from atop one of the high peaks and back at my car as it drove across US Interstate 2.  These are the type of peaks that I have been to the top of where the sound of the highway becomes a distant hum and you just exist, there, on top of a fucking mountain.  It’s moments on top of those mountains that let me escape from feeling trapped in the monotony of “it all.”

While this thought manifested itself in my brain I had the profound epiphany that moments are incredibly fleeting and what had currently been stressing me out was nothing more than a snapshot of a bigger and more complex ecosystem.  Ecosystem may seem like an odd word, but I would beg to differ.  From that mountain’s peak, whatever peak it may be, my daily problems vanish and are replaced with one necessity: survival.  On that mountaintop I’m just another creature, with admittedly much better gear, amongst other living things like goats, pika, bears, deer, deer ticks, trees, mice, etc.  For me, that’s a really peaceful place that silences my restlessness.  More importantly, from there, I don’t even notice the car pass, I don’t worry about the things that I was thinking about that make my thumbs bleed.  Instead, from there , I just observe.

My thoughts didn’t stop there.  I, then, imagined that version of me on that mountaintop and I zoomed out further.  Now, I see more of that ecosystem and one barely visible man on a mountain looking at a passing car.  One more zoom out and I fall out of sight and my problems no longer exist at all because I’m now looking at a large body of tree covered wilderness with Glacier Peak and the North Cascades… And another zoom out and there are cities bustling with human life integrated into the landscape… And then it’s just a ball suspended in nothingness.  You get the idea; it keeps going.

The visualization of me looking back at myself made me realize that the feelings I had felt were not only going to pass, but they change drastically based on what my surroundings and mental state is.  I came to realize that the only thing that mattered was how I reacted to the feelings because of the butterfly effect it creates.  There’s no reason that driving back to society should give me any sort of anxiety, (I mean, Christ, I just spent the day skiing) so every time an emotion occurs that I recognize as negative, I should react in relation to how I want to live and how my reaction will align with my goals.  The counter to this would be to let the emotion consume me, start overthinking something I have little to no control over, hence building a stronger neurological connection to it; bloody thumbs.

Looking down from the mountaintop I am calm, content and happy.  I’m definitely not weighted down with unnecessary stresses. I’m just there thinking about how cool it is to be able to be on top of a god damn mountain.  Even while hiking to the top of the mountain I would not be stressed.  During the trek, there is just one goal to accomplish: get to the top.  My thought process from here was that anything currently fucking with me is just another boulder I have to get around to conquer the target goal of the summit.  When I am hiking and these obstacles present themselves, I am calm and figure out how to do circumvent them with the guts to scramble to the top if it’s necessary and not too dangerous.  The same principles should be applied to my life.  1. Define the goal. 2. Do not stress over the obstacles 3. Be content with the journey and the destination.

The visualization of looking back at the mountaintop from space goes even deeper down this rabbit hole.  It ventures into the unknown and stares back like the snapshot of time, the underlying stress, doesn’t exist at all.  In fact, from this great of a distance, the picture of Earth suspended in space is the same image if I were to focus on the car or on the mountaintop.  When you look from this angle, that passing thought is just one moment in the mind of one creature on one planet in one solar system in one galaxy in one universe… and that’s about all we understand.  There’s probably a lot more to that story, and we may never know what that story is.  The take away is that it doesn’t matter.  From this distance, it’s just a beautiful sea of stars, planets, comets and whatever else, all moving around colliding with each other.

My brain shifted to evolution and how being human lies within our ability to think and reason.  Thinking has allowed us to break free of primitive life by granting us the ability to create the tools needed to build flourishing societies which in turn birthed cultures, but it also allows us to break out of those practices and start new ones… new thoughts, new technologies, new advancements that shape new societies and the new societal normalcies that go along with them.  As populations have grown and technology has advanced rapidly and evolved our methods of communication, it has given more people access to new ideas and more outlets to spread those ideas as well as their own.  These ideas often differ from the ideas of our peers, but all of them make their own case for what is right or wrong.  Other species are incapable of this level of thinking.  An ant, for instant, isn’t going to decide to break free of the colony, study physics its whole life, create the theory of relativity, and establish a whole fundamental change and foundation for a new era of science.  An ant is going to do ant shit; I think they like carrying leaves and making hills.  But, why would I underestimate an ant, do we really understand the intricacies of all the animals that are and have been?  Still, with the gifts of human intellect comes the ability to knowingly change the environment around us.  Left unchecked, however, the human mind can get absorbed with the stresses of this modern environment that we navigate.  This is an unnatural environment that is wired to keep us unsatisfied and always desiring more.  That is built into the algorithm.  Social media is an undeniable example of this, the way you interact with it and the algorithms that feed you nonsense based on things you have clicked on.  As we have seen in the short period of time that social media has been around, people tend to fall into camps and share similar ideas that counter or compliment other camps.  This is a very tribal thing to do that may just be inherently human, the method by which the tribalism is created is the only unnatural factor.  Which brings me to the something I’ve been pondering lately, what things do or nuances do I have that are exclusively inherent to my genetics, ancestry or, even, human evolution?  Are thoughts constricted to our environments and upbringing?

Which brings me full circle to the habits that we create to deal with this new highly technological environment and the reason I pick my thumbs.  We have all these new habits that we have all created to remain “productive,” entertain ourselves, keep up with current events, know what is right or wrong, offer us the tribalism, grant us human interaction that, I would say, humanity is currently lacking.  I don’t necessarily think all these habits are good or bad, instead, they just are.  What’s bad is forgetting that this environment is contrived and that we should use the tools that we now have to help shape our environment to the one we want to live in.  Getting sucked into the stress does not help change that environment and instead becomes the tool that drives us instead of us using a tool to assist us in creation.  I forget that sometimes and when I do, I need to remember the mountaintop, find my peace, and come back to find myself without self-doubt and ready to get after my well-defined goal.  But, mainly, can I just not pick my damn thumbs?!

Cheers 🤙,



Author note:  I keep promising things and not following through.  For example, I was supposed to post my weekly journal yesterday.  It’s not because it’s my intent not to follow through, I would like to.  I sometimes don’t post what I write as it becomes too personal, I just flatly don’t like it or I find myself just writing to write and don’t feel it’s worthy of being shared.  I don’t like carrying the stress of posting on a schedule, instead, I am going to, from here on out, post when I want to post.  Sharing my experiences, thoughts and status reports when I feel I have something important to share.  Thank you for reading and I’m excited for what is to come.

a Single Day Trek Through the Enchantments

Yesterday was an incredible experience and we happened to catch that experience at the exact right moment; right before the snow started falling.  The Enchantments is a hike normally split into a multiple day backpacking trip, and, rightfully, it should be as it is one of the most gorgeous places you will ever lay your eyes on.  We, however, did not have a permit to camp and instead hauled ass through the entire hike in 11 hours and 15 minutes.  I’m no marathon runner, but this seemed like a pretty solid time to hike approximately 19 miles and 6000′ of elevation (reports differ, but it’s at least 18 miles) especially considering the breaks and photo ops we took during the trek.

There’s something about mountain therapy that really refreshes the mind and connects you to your surroundings and nature.  This summer, partly due to wildfires and weddings, I didn’t get into the hills as much as I normally do, so this was a great last hurrah before the season turns overly snowy and it becomes time to throw my freshly waxed skis on my feet.  Which I am also extremely excited for.

My friend Austin and I reached the Stuart Lake Trailhead around 10:30/11:00 PM on Monday night.  I slept in the back of his truck in the open and, notably, cold air.  4:45 AM came quick and we were up eating a big breakfast, drinking cold brew, and packing our daypacks before we hit the trailhead at 6:05 AM.  A little slower of a start than we anticipated, but early enough not to fret.

The first section of this slog is just a foot in front of foot hike to the stunning Colchuck Lake which is seated at the bottom of Aasgard Pass.  I think we arrived at Colchuck around 8:00 AM.  If I’m not mistaken it is about 5 miles to the base of Aasgard and approximately 2500′ of elevation gain from the trail head.  It’s another 2000′ of elevation gain from Aasgard to the Upper Enchantments in a single mile.  We stopped for a bit and ate a quick second breakfast, which for me was a banana and Clif bar and for Austin was half a turkey sandwich and a banana.  We chugged some water, finished off our cold brew, threw on some microspikes, I took a poo in the woods, and we started up the pass around 900 AM.



(Photo One: Me, pointing up at Aasgard Pass from Colchuck Lake
Photo Two:  Austin on the way up Aasgard Pass
Photo Three:  Austin in front of Colchuck Lake
Header: Colchuck Lake and Aasgard Pass Panoramic Photo)

I threw some music on my cell phone that seemed to fit the mountainous Alp-esque setting, folk artist Austin Basham, and started the climb towards the top.  The trail was well defined but we did, somehow, get off of it at one point and just hiked straight up the gut.  We also stopped more than a couple times to take some pictures, drink some water, and record some video.  Honestly, it was an absolute cakewalk compared to the ice skating rink the pass resembled at the same time last year (we did this hike October 13th last year) and it was not even remotely dangerous in comparison.  We reached the top at 10:40 AM and were greeted by the glaciers and peaks of the Upper Enchantments.



(Photo One: Me, heading up Aasgard Pass
Photo Two: Photo of the prominent peak next to Aasgard Pass
Photo Three & Four: Upper Enchantments)

We passed some hikers at the top who had hiked down to the beginning of the descent towards Snow Lakes (the end of the Enchantments) but turned around due to conditions.  They said we should be fine with our microspikes but they did not feel safe without them.  We chatted with them for a few minutes and then enjoyed a lunch in the Upper Enchantments under some craggily peaks and ice covered lakes.  From there we started down to the Core Enchantments after talking to some campers and observing a billy goat.  All the while I was logging it on video, with Austin’s help, and taking plenty of pictures.  Going from lake to lake we took in the scenery and the awesomeness of our surroundings.  Then came my favorite part of this hike; the descent from the Core Enchantments to the Lower Enchantments.


(Photo One: Prusik Peak with Golden Larches
Photo Two: Me with Prusik Peak in background
Photo Three: Austin with Prusik Peak in background
Photo Four: One of the Lakes of the Core Enchantments – I’ll update this properly)

We hiked up a vaguely defined trail to the top of a large sloping rock/mountain that falls to the lake below.  At this point you are right in the center of it all.  Here, peaks engulfed me in every direction, Prusik Peak sat right behind me with climbers in a saddle near the summit, waterfalls and streams spit water into the lakes below, and the yellow larches speckled the intermittently snow covered slopes of the surrounding mountains and edges of the lake beds.  I am 100% positive that this was NOT the actual trail that we were on, as I did not see any cairns, but it is a spectacular way to descend and alone made the hike worth every step.  This is also where my left knee and feet started bothering me.


Once at the bottom, another banana was consumed and we prepared for the hour or so descent from the last lake in the Enchantments, I believe it is called Lake Viviane (DISCLOSURE:  I thought it was Vivian, but Google was happy to correct my inaccurate assumption) to the Snow Lakes far below.

I despise this part of the hike, it is grueling on the body and will make the strongest hikers knees, hips and feet hate them.  It took about an hour or so to get down to Snow Lakes and we lost the path at one point and had to scramble down a sketchy cliff face without ropes or proper gear.  In hindsight, it would have been smart to put the microspikes back on the boots and break out the rope Austin had rolled up in his bag.  There’s always next time.

We got down to Snow Lakes and continued our hike around to the end of it, which is about a mile, where we stopped for our last refuel.  The snow started falling on us here and it got quite cold.  We were relieved to be down from the top as we watched what looked to be a storm rolling in, but were very aware of the miles still ahead of us.  It was about 3:15 PM.  We decided that once we got past Nada Lake, the last lake (or first depending which trailhead you enter from), that we would run for a bit.  Once we got there, we put our poles away and started running… We didn’t stop except for the occasional breath to take pictures and video of the crazy colored fall foliage.  At 5:20 PM we reached Snow Lakes Trailhead, completely stoked at the time we had made.


Today, according to the weather, the snow moves in and I do not anticipate the conditions to be as easy as they were yesterday again until next year.  A full video edit is underway and coming soon.

Rock on peeps!  Thanks for reading ✊ 🤙


According to the Forest Service: 

The Whole Core Enchantment Loop, Stuart Lake Trailhead to Snow Lake Trailhead: approximately 19 miles / 6000 foot gain and 7800 foot loss