After the hellish snow on Muir Pass, we are dreading Seldon Pass. But it turns out to be fun, we don’t even change out of our running shoes.
Next we start to dread the crossing of Bear Creek, which I’ve heard frightening tales about. But we avoid the ford by going cross-country higher up. We’re very proud of ourselves, and would sit around gloating after dinner if we weren’t being eaten alive by thousands of mosquitos. The tropics have their disadvantages, too.