As far as we could tell the night had been a dry one, though nothing had actually dried off. Ahead of us was a simple day. One big climb followed by a long descent, a Sierra day in many respects.
We crossed over the bridge and immediately started the climb which would take us all the way to lunch. It wasn’t particularly steep, but it dragged in duration and fell victim to a bought or two of rain. Again the sun was trying to break through and at times succeeded, but never for long and it was this weak performance that drove us to an early end of lunch at the climb’s summit.
It wasn’t all bad though. As we began the long descent past large rock falls with views of the densely forested valley, the rain stopped and a rainbow fell on the slopes around us. We now travelled along the valley plain hidden away among the trees and passing over its meandering river. The slopes rose immense on either side of us with ribbons of forest separated by previous rock slides.
We came to camp early that day and were super happy to see that a large cedar tree had kept many of the tent spots dry. Blue sky now broke out to offer us an evening to savour. We gathered for dinner surrounded by everything we could possibly put out to dry. Comparisons between our disgusting wet feet became like a game and we all envisioned what the Stehekin bakery would bring us the next day as we passed by for our last stop before Canada.