Determined to make miles we set off with the mind set of conquering a 19 miler. A small river crossing and steep climb took us along ridge lines shrouded by cloud. The temperature stayed cool, but when we stopped for lunch winds dropped it to finger numbing levels. It was here I (Ethan) messed up and cut the inside of my lip with our pen knife (listen out for this on the podcast). The cold made us press on and consume the miles. We found camp alongside the trail where we were shortly joined by Andre, Panda, Eric, Stark Naked, Mayo and Chef. We calculated a 19.8 mile day, and settled down to an evening of chat and food.