
Our first clue should have been this:
The stream we were crossing was supposed to be a dry path. My brother-in-law, who hiked this last July, was surprised to find a flowing stream covering the path. Undaunted we crossed the trees and continued our hike, we should have paid attention in the beginning.
We crossed snow and a million downed trees that blocked the clearly marked path. It was hard but fun. Then we got 2/3 the way there and ate lunch.

On the way down, Jack, who had been a trooper on the way up, gave out completely. Jason carried him the full two miles down the mountain, over the snow and slippery, muddy path. My hero, and certainly his son's hero.
