Another pass, Silver Pass, I hiked over but never saw. My sunglasses disappeared during a creek ford, leaving me seriously worried about snow blindness. I hiked over the pass in Pete’s footsteps, peeking through squinted eyes.

The day is full of emotion: our laughter echoes far below us during a thrilling glacade, we are both plunged during a scary ford of Fish Creek, only to be truly terrified later re-crossing it. We burn trail headed for hot springs, only to find them under blankets of slimy orange algae. But soon we’re out cold, too tired to be disappointed.