|It wasn't raining, but it wasn't exactly dry either....|
He poked his head under my tarp, shaking hands, and wishing me good luck with my journeys in case we didn't see each other again--a very likely scenario at this point.
And the rest of the day, I saw absolutely nobody. Not a single living soul. I knew The Graduate was somewhere ahead of me, and I knew of quite a few people who weren't far behind me, but there was absolutely nobody along my little section of trail today, and I felt a bit listless and lonely.
The trail crossed over Rainy Pass, which largely lived up to its name. It wasn't exactly raining, but the fog was thick and wet, coating everything it touched with water. If only they named it Sunny Pass, I thought, the drizzly fog wouldn't be here. It also marked the last paved road I could expect to cross. The last easy place to bail.
I'm told that the North Cascades is spectacular, but I wouldn't know. The weather never cleared up to any degree.
|Rainy Pass largely lived up to its name. This was also the last paved road I'd cross until Canada!|
|Waterfall ON the trail. =)|
|It seemed like the views could have been awesome if only the clouds went away!|
|Approaching Cutthroat Pass. (And isn't that just a wonderfully descriptive name for a pass?!)|
|OMG! It's a view! A real view!|
|Where, oh where, can I set up my tarp.... Nope, this won't do!|