3rd Post (too many pictures to fit into less posts)

Because it was such a short day, we dawdled along the way: we took our packs off and posed at the top of the pass, and later left our packs on the trail and explored a little side ridge and took pictures of a sun-anticipating marmot laying on a rock awaiting the clouds passing.

Having only ever backpacked in provincial areas, I was really surprised to find that each of our campsites along the way had a toilet, picnic tables, firepits and a pole with cables and winches to hike your food up away from the bears. We were spoiled! Because the sun was shining, we decided to make hay. No, wait, cancel the hay. We decided to dry out our soaking wet EVERYTHING. Boots, socks, gaiters, pants, shirts, coats, mitts and toques, tent, fly, footprint. Everything was wet but praise God we got almost everything dry--except Brent's heavy cotton t-shirt (no surprise there).