The frosty soil crunched beneath our feet as we ascended to Pinchot Pass. I love hearing such interesting birds, especially far out in the backcountry! Tall, twisted, and scraggly, guarding the trail Up we go, towards Pinchot Pass! Beautiful flowers, show their colors in the meadow. As we climbed higher we heard a sooty grouse make his un-deniable mating call, a low woomph woomph woomphhh. There were still quite a few tents nestled below the trees, still quiet with sleeping hikers stowed away. It was the last big forested refuge before the stark landscape above. The sun still hadn’t found our faces as we quietly passed the uppermost trail camp a few miles below the pass. Izzie, stoked to get moving and shake the frost Camped beneath this little gem for the night. The only saving grace is that we had a large climb to keep us warm. Izzie went to cross a creek and unwittingly placed a foot on an icy rock, slllip, wet feet on an already cold morning. Our hands shot with pain as the blood finally flowed back into our hands again. We left our hoods on as we climbed up the valley. Waterfall in the valley as we climb towards the pass!Īs we hiked up the valley we watched the creek roll down its belly in beautiful white cascading falls, sometimes fanning out, sometimes flowing over slick granite, others crashing onto large rocks. The cold wind was low, water white noise high from the nearby creek when we finally strapped our packs on ready to take our first steps. Still not sure how she manages that first thing in the morning, it must be excruciating. Izzie went to soak her foot in the river as I finished packing up the tent. It was a cool chilly morning, as we packed our things together.
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