And day four - through Silver Pass. We actually went above the treeline (which is 11,800 feet in these mountains).
There were marmots.
And ice on the trail. Which Punchito decided he had to walk over when there was a dry alternate route. Why? Hot mule wanted to eat snow.
Silly mule. But he was doing most of the work...
This is, yes, what it looks like in the Sierras at, oh, 12,000 feet. I think Greg's pointing to a marmot.
Down the other side, we reached our final camp at Fish...I mean Mosquito Creek. Ahem.
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