|Ambrose insisted that we get up early on this trip. I held him to it this morning, which dawned with only some clouds.
|Scott Creek was a bit of a challenge to cross.
|The clouds began to descend.
|Ambrose wanted to stop and bivy after we crossed this creek. I went through without taking my shoes off and got all wet.
|The clouds didn’t care about how wet my feet were.
|Ambrose ended up getting his feet wet in this creek, too. As usual.
|But soon after the crossing, I spotted this campsite. And we stopped here for a couple hours, pitching the tent and getting everything out. But my feet never warmed up and we moved on – and it never even rained.
|The sun started to come out, and I began to thaw out a bit.
|But there was another crossing to wet my feet again.
|And then plenty of downed trees to climb over, crawl under or bypass.
|We made it to the Neinmeyer junction, but later than I’d hoped.
|Still some wildflowers blooming on the trail.
|No deer in the tarn this time.
|I hiked on by the junction for Scenic Lake ahead of Ambrose so he wouldn’t be tempted to stop there for the night.
|But I wanted to get up there.
|I tried to avoid stepping in the water to keep my feet dry. The day was still pretty cool even with the sun shining.
|But we were going to get up there. Somehow, I was going to get us up there.
|Even if Ambrose would rather have sat down and taken a nap.
|He wanted to camp at the base of the section of the trail that we call the ramp. But I couldn’t find a suitable spot to pitch the tent. So he sat and ate while I scouted. And then he recovered enough to go on – but only to the top of the ramp.
|I went ahead to the top of the ramp to find us a campsite for the night.
|It really doesn’t take that long. It’s steep, but short.
|And the trail has had some improvement since I last saw it. This bridge over the stream was totally new.
|And what used to be a decent flow of water was now a trickle.