For such a wet night we actually slept very pleasantly, but it was depressing to wake to the sight of our soaked bags sat in muddy puddles. Alas, it wasn’t actively raining at that point so we pulled on our wet socks, packed up camp, and headed on out. A brief but steep incline greeted us and gave us a little sense of what the clouds had shrouded the day before.

A huge valley with rocky cliffs and snow patches lay behind us with a slight glimpse of what may have been Mt Glacier Peak poking out from her thin veil of mist. At the top we had sporadic views of the large descent we would be taking past Mica Lake to the river basin below. The lake was a mesmerising blue, and wisps of cloud sprang out from the trees around us.

We had a big climb ahead of us which would take up a good chunk of the daily mileage and spent much of it hidden away in dense forest and damp clouds. The sun was trying its best to break through and for a moment seemed to be winning, but at the summit the rain fell once more just in time for lunch. Huddled under a cluster of pine trees we munched at our food shivering in the breeze. It doesn’t have to be said that we could only bear it for a brief time before getting back on the trail.

With heads down and hoods up we marched down the descent through the mist and back into dense forests. Though bringing us out from the mist, the trail was persistently in rain forcing us to keep moving when we’d usually take brake. Eventually, we came across a bridge that crossed the Suiattle River under which were plenty of spots to camp.

The rain had at last ceased allowing for a dry set up and dinner which was much appreciated. Though more comfortable than the evening before, we still faced many of the same issues such as the placement of soaked gear in such a way that may allow for drying but could risk exposure to potential nightly rain. With everything laid out for the night, we tucked up and said goodnight to yet another day on the trail.