It seemed like a lot of fun at the time - kind of grueling, especially with the ancient frame packs and other early 70s dirtbag gear. My partner was on Bonna wood skis with screwed-on metal edges. Somehow we got to the cabin in Coopers Meadow where we dried out and rested, then out along the Stanislaus to Pinecrest. What’s actually impressive is that we survived - hard to believe in retrospect.