Today we went over 9200 ft. Dick's Pass shortly after breakfast. There wasn't much snow cover and we were up down and out rather quickly. The view to the north was nothing but green rolling hills. We have gone about eighteen miles since that view and haven't encountered so much as a drift.
The mosquitoes are swarming literally in the thousands. They can't really get us when we're moving. Thankfully, we are doing so most of the day. Appropriate armor is required upon halting. The little buggers can't get through fleece. We also augmented our defense with headnets purchased in Tuolomne Meadows. Regardless, they are extremely pestering and annoying. Besides, the reason they are out in force in that it is warmer out. Hardly optimal conditions for wearing fleece pants, jackets, and gloves. I noticed that when absentmindedly bending over to stretch or pick something up that my jacket creeps up and anywhere from twenty to thirty bloodsuckers are immediately drawn to the temporarily exposed inch of flesh. For camp we set up the tent just for respite. One got in and I gladly executed it.
The terrain is predominately low heavily forested hills. It cuts down on the views. We do, however, get occasional glimpses of large Lake Tahoe to the East.
Echo Lake Chalet's dusty bookshelf was too much of a temptation for me. I stole a biography of Eugene V. Debs perhaps the most famous socialist in American history. The days are long. We did twenty five and have plenty of light left. In addition, out lives have slipped into a routine. The terrain changes yet we still maintain the same patters. So, its nice to have the option of escaping to the 1870's in Terra Huate Indiana. Dyl and I don't really need to talk much anymore. Besides, he's always looking at the guide book.