The view as we crested the switchbacks looking at the first Cottonwood Lake, five miles into the hike. This was as far as we made it. We could hear the wind blowing like a freight train as we approached. We when stepped into view we were about knocked down by the wind. We immediately put on every article of clothing we had and still ended up fumbling with numb fingers. Within five minutes my face and lips were so numb I could barely speak clearly to Andrew. As we took a few pictures the clear sky started to fill with clouds, and not the friendly type. An unexpected storm was moving in on us. We decided we did not come prepared for that (with facemasks and wind pants) so we should turn around and come back another day. The next 24 hours would have been miserable and not worth it. About two miles back down the trail snow flurries started falling.