Once out of ‘bed,’ I got the food and filled the water bottles. T started up the water for K’s coffee. We got going and crested over the ridge of Squaw about an hour later. There was a sweeping view of the lake and lifts! We were walking on the snow that had been skied on only weeks before. I got to go down what I would consider my most harrowing snow slope yet. K and T were so snow savvy that I felt like a bit of a wuss. I tried to make myself feel better by admitting that I hadn’t been on snow in over 2 years. Small comfort.
As soon as we resumed our march, I winced. I managed through the last few miles then gathered my limbs into the car and proceeded to limp which would be my MO for the next week for sure. When we got to Kelsey’s aunt’s house where I was able to take a shower and count my blisters. 11 total. Wow. I’m pretty impressed with myself. 65 miles over 3 days at 8,000 feet with a 30 pound pack. Go me!