Day thirty three.

Slow going, but beautiful!

I woke up to a wet tent!

Now we are seeing mostly hikers. This guy came up on us as we were getting water. He wouldn’t stop talking to us. We literally rode away from him mid sentence.

Very Zen.

This guy was a gem. He’s hiking the 532 miles of the trail and his wife is driving along in a van. They meet up every 4-5 days. While he is hiking, she has been teaching herself mandolin.

As we were approaching the tree line, it got a little stormy, and we set up a makeshift camp.

Happy Andy at 11,500 feet. Georgia Pass.

Dropping down the east side of the past we got back into the forest.

Day is done.