|Tiny red spot in front of the chimney is Sean!|
Despite the elevations, there was a surprising amount of life up on the scree. Blue, blue forget-me-nots, clumps of small, white flowers, mosses and birds ... all tenaciously clinging to what looked like bare rock. Little birds nesting in the rocks. And insects. On the lower slopes, we saw a hoary marmot.
The descent was a chance for the adrenaline to work its way out of our system. On a rough path, walking along the edge of a 100 metre drop just didn't hold the thrill it might have earlier that day. We wound our way down into Wonder Pass started a short two kilometre jaunt towards the camp. The huts were a welcome sight to our hot and sweaty souls. A plunge into the icy waters Lake Magog was wonderfully refreshing. Oh to be clean!