We woke up to a tent soaked with condensation, but considering the forecast for the up and coming days we would have to get used to wet mornings. We strolled down to a stream whose waters trickled off of a rock face, collected water and continued on up a morning climb. At the top we took a short break admiring the view of Glacier Peak before progressing along a ridge towards Grizzly Peak. In a rare occurrence the PCT actually summits a mountain, though this particular peak wasn’t the most impressive. It did, however, have beautiful golden meadows which we descended through.

At this point we realised we hadn’t achieved as many miles as we like before lunch, therefore, as a group we decided to keep trudging over the next climb to Pear Lake. Pear Lake proved to be an absolute hit with gloriously clear deep blue waters inviting us in for a swim. On its banks we ate lunch, drying off in the sun.

Lake swims have the power to revitalise us as if we were well rested, and we used this new found energy to pound our way on past huge rock falls and up the afternoons climbs. After another break by a stream, we continued up the last climb of the day which would lead us along some of the most stunning ridge lines thus far. The immense ranges around us were clear to see in a beautiful blend of sun set light and dramatic overcast cloud. Their sharp edges cut into the sky around us as we made our way to Lake Sallyann for the nights camp.

Having set up among some trees in preparation for rain, we enjoyed the last few dry moments by the lake over dinner before the clouds rolled in. Once they did all hell broke loose in the skies above us. Thunder rolled here and there in response to the illuminating flashes of lightning. Luckily it didn’t pour down on us, but a light pitter patter of rain soothed us to sleep among the fading storm.