07.24.2012 - 07.24.2012
All right, the title is a bit of an exaggeration, but I do wonder what would have happened to us if we hadn't been helped by those three kindly Japanese hikers, who saw us hobbling down the mountain.
Once again, Chris climbed the nearby peak and I elected to stay behind to save my legs (in hindsight, a thoroughly wise decision). Our campsite, already looking pretty small.
Glacier-fed pond that provided us some drinking water (unfortunately, it turned out, not enough)
We came from those mountains!!
And we could have gone there, but...no.
Chris on top of the peak!
Another view of our path
Snow fields are tiring to hike over
Boulders are only a tad bit better
Ah, some nice, packed down dirt
Chris is already looking a little burned
A fox we spotted from our rescuer's car. The first fox we've ever seen in our lives! He was a pretty, mottled rust-silver.