It was time to hike somewhere different, and with all the clouds I wasn't going to concern myself with looking for views.  I was curious about the trail conditions along the Bull Head Trail.  From what I had seen two days prior, the trail had not been broken.  When I reached the junction, a few tracks could be seen from the park service crews that cleared the blowdowns the day before, but many of them had been recovered.  The trail was treacherous in many places, especially as it made its way around the slopes of West Point.  It was nice to be equipped with my Stabilicers and Leki hiking poles, because without them, there were a number of instances I could have been rolling downhill for a long way.  Several stretches were drifted over to stomach level, and whatever trail existed was like walking a tight rope.  I could see that the snow line along the northern face of the mountain was around 5,000 feet, but the other side of the LeConte crest told a different story.  As soon as the trail swung to the south side of Balsam Point, the snow vanished and the path was clear.  Weather on the mountain is a peculiar the north, winter...and to the south, spring.  Unfortunately, my way back to the Lodge meant no green and lots of white.

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