untoward

The climb had been more than well-planned, and we were thankful for the good weather and the lack of untoward circumstances. Probably due to the fact we barely spoke under our harried breath. As we summited, we saw further into rows and rows of white-green ripples. Such contrast to the dirty, muddy snow beneath our wet boots that eradicated our faults. Jim turned to me and nodded politely, "Well, I suppose you're right."