Day 6: Save, yes, the walk

I woke up with my alarm: a rarity of path, but necessary with the climate window with which we were working.

We had 6 am to 12 to cross a pass waiting for winds of 40 mph and snow. After a lot of deliberation, we were.

We left the camp at 6:30 am, a little late for my liking. An English couple in their sixty years from a camp over the road with us towards the beginning of the path.

«We can always turn around and walk along the road,» the man told his wife.

«Well, why don’t we do that, then?» She asked.

«If we go up and discover that it is too dangerous and turns, that is acceptable. We cannot simply jump, that is not acceptable,» he explained.

We assure ourselves that it would be fine, and all scattered to walk down the mountain slope in our own steps. While I went up, I turn under my layers, I am not used to walking with so much on. Usually, start in bold and walk cold to avoid the need to stop and delay. That did not feel like an option in this cold.

When we climbed over the trees, the wind picked up, although I felt relieved that we had not yet been raised.

Finally, we arrive at Ridgeline. Beaker and Droobie were far ahead, although still in sight. Small pieces of hail rained against the left side of my face, cutting like small navigators. I extend my hands, feeling alive for a moment before letting the real suffering occur.

My hands were so cold that they lost all the feelings. I put them in fists in my jacket, holding my trekking posts freely, unable to use them. It was too cold to adjust things, drink water, or stop for a break, or even think, really. My main objective was to cross this crest line.

I thought about the man who talked about our interconnection last night, and I felt aluminum with my discomfort.

Finally, we begin to have a downward trend. We walk along a rear service path through Flowery Meadows.

«I would play baseball here,» said Beaker.

«I would lie here if I were a bright vampire,» I say.

Droobie stops at the top of a grass -covered hill. Looking down, we join him to see a black bear grazing peacefully in the meadow below. The bear wander, stopping some flower patches before wandering towards the next. The same, friend.

Hail before suddenly feels like it.

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