Molly and I had a solid sleep in our little tree well. We left the camp a little later than expected but still early enough in the morning to catch a crust on the snow. The morning light in the valley was beautiful and our spirits were high as we walked towards snowless forests. Before we got there though we met someone coming towards us. He warned us of raging rivers ahead that he could not cross alone and was therefore heading back to Bishop. He seemed defeated and it was a knock on our confidence, but we were determined to see it for ourselves. Soon we stumbled unexpectedly on a campsite with Funk, Cricket, Ribbit (Tom), Nelly, Zack and more still in tent and just awaking for breakfast.

There was a lot of talk about the dangers coming up; one river ahead took someone’s life a few years back and was the source of many peoples anxiety. However, given the size of the group our safety skyrocketed and Molly and I for one felt confident once again. The two of us left before the others agreeing to wait by any rough crossings so that we would take it on as a group, yet, no crossings on our way up to Pinchot Pass proved too difficult so we pressed on. It was a slow ascent as we met the snow again in the afternoon and eventually we were joined by the others for the last push to the pass.

Rolling over several hills we finally came to the final traverse that cut through a previous avalanche and up to the rounded shoulder of the mountain. At the top the sun was soon to set so we all took the time to marvel at the setting colours while eating dinner. It was the most awe inspiring sunset I’ve ever witnessed, so much so that as a group we decided to set up camp on what appeared to be the top of the world.