One of the great solo adventures of my life wasn't intended to be a solo adventure. I'd planned to ski traverse the White Mountains with my good friends Greg Haverstock and Todd Calfee. On the morning we were planning to do the trip they both woke up not feeling 100%. Todd went with me to the summit of Boundary Peak, but turned back there. At the summit I faced the decision of whether to attempt it on my own or turn back as well. I felt good, but nervous. I decided to go on alone and traverse the 50 mile White Mountain crest. I made it, encountering some rotten late spring snow along the way, but completed the journey by the following afternoon, spending the entire distance above 10,000 feet. It was pretty intense.