Getting up was so hard, though made easier by two female deer passing right by our tent. Seldon Pass was the days climb and it must be said it didn’t offer many thrills. It was a slow ascent with a sudden narrow steep slog at the end. Along the way however we saw our first signs of bear in the form of freshly made tracks passing by those of hikers. The descent from Seldon was done with ease and speed, and soon we were encroaching on Bear Creek.

Bear Creek was a wide fast flowing and strong river which offered everyone a challenge. On the other side were Funk, Cricket, Tom  and Nellie having just crossed, and they shouted across words of advice before Molly and I attempted it. Much happened here. Firstly, we asked others on our side whether they wished to cross as a group but they declined saying they felt more confident alone. We therefore locked arms and went for the crossing as a couple, but as soon as we were in the current we understood their solo preference. The current battered my (Spook) legs as I took the upstream position and forced them into insecure positions the whole way across. It was touch and go at times and eventually I lost my footing right at the end, falling into a section of slower current and shallower water. It was stressful, but not a dangerous spot to fall and soon we were on the shore, once again soaked. Hanging around to dry off, we helped others cross including the beloved SOBO.

Many who crossed broke down once on shore, shaking from the adrenaline and fear of the ordeal. Having recovered with nothing but a cut shin we pressed on through many more crossings adopting a solo and secure approach each time with ease. It was up and down pine covered slopes from there ending at the bottom of an intense near vertical descent down slushy snow that sent the so far strong Molly into despair. Eventually, we camped dry with an overlooking view of Lake Edison, exhausted from the peaks and troughs of the day – we had learnt a lot.