The rain didn't last. As I entered the passage with the rungs, I encountered a group who asked if I was alone, and would I like some help with the tricky area. I thanked them; they were kind enough to stand by but I didn't end up needing anything. They did grab and chuck the silly poles for me, though, which was totally frosting.
It was good not to be alone for the steepest bit. If I ever somehow seem fearless, it's a facade. I'm not.
Near the T junction of the West Peak spur and the path to the lake, another person was right behind me. She looked youngish. She said this was her first solo hike, and asked if I was alone. She asked me a lot actually -- did I do it often, did I also backpack alone, did I come to Tumbledown a lot?
|Natural habitat for rugged Scout|
|Chris may live here now.|
Elation. Laughing. Excellent conversing. Disproportionate consideration of Hoka.
|Squirrel is always very serious, all the time.|
|Plenty of striations draw the eye|
|I love that we are strewn about the forest.|
|I also love that the forest is strewn about itself. The trees, disrobed, yet unabashed, feel just a bit more free.|