Fine, alright. Here’s what Mt. Carleton looked like the next morning:
And here’s the hut I slept in while I wrote to you.
Since then, I have done very little but re-establish that my only friends are made of snow, and I have feet like a duck. Thank you.
Just kidding. Sometimes I have friends. Mary “Denali” Mckinley, who finished the trail a few years ago, met Bernard and Francine, an incredible couple of trail angels, and also the only reason I have steak. Bernie and Francine: making trail dreams come true. More later maybe, if I love you enough. I go walking.