I had a bit of a lie in, only leaving after 8am. While most of the group were doing another 18 miler, I preferred to keep the miles down so I could camp on dry land and, more importantly, at lower altitude. A good maxim is ‘walk high, camp low’.

This meant most of the group (apart from Kevin, now known as Dickbag) went ahead, which was a thoroughly good thing.

Lots of snow on the ground, though none too arduous, and the weather was for the most part excellent. We climbed back up to 10700′ and dropped down to 9974′ to camp, which is my highest camp spot yet.

At camp we were joined by a lovely Quebec couple, and Kevin built a great little camp fire in the existing fire ring.