3870 is the name and altitude of a mountain that two friends and I attempted to scale on the first two days in June. We may have jumped the gun! Arriving 40 miles west of sunny Nome at the starting point of our ascent, we were greeted with strong winds and a dusting of snow. As Andrew, Caleb, and I (plus our dogs, Kilgore, Pie, and Chili) traveled up the slope, the winds and the snow increased as the temperature decreased. We took a break about 2500 ft up figuring the winds were 40 mph and the temp was around 10 f. We retreated around the mountain to avoid the winds and camped around 2000 ft up, with hopes of better weather in the morning alloying us to summit 3870. We froze our biscuits off! By morning we could care less about reaching the top, and I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever broken camp so quickly. It was a great trip, and I loved every minute of it. Mark my words “3870” I’ll be back…. but maybe not until July.