Clouds in the trees
Chipmunk
Spent the 1st night a little way up the hill in the trees to the left of the little pond.
Seneca Lake
Where the highline Trail leaves Seneca Lakes Trail. The marker is in the lower left of the photo. Getting into classic Winds country now.
Near Freemont Crossing a hawk flew by, caught a trout, and flew onward.
Freemont Creek
Alpine country along the Highline Trail
2nd campsite - at Lower Jean Lake
Lower Jean Lake
From my tent
Lower Jean Lake in the morning
Water flowing between lakes
The Highline Trail above Lower Jean Lake
Elbow Lake off to the west of the Highline Trail. I stayed on the Highline, trying to get through Peak Lake Basin before snow or rain.
Pond and snow along the trail
Coming over Shannon Pass toward Cube Rock Pass
Icy tarn along the pass
Water, ice, snow along the rocky trail across the pass
Peak Lake. See fresh slide in mid-right of photo. Trail obliterated.
From my tent at Peak Lake - Stroud Peak
A great meal and the Panetini bread is a breakthrough for me - 3-4 days bread/bag, light, tasty, smashed into pieces.
Camp at Peak Lake
Looking toward Knapsack Col with Split Mountain in the distance.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
The boulders - getting through these was a concern since I was alone. Ranged in size from cottage to car, to refrigerator.
Looking back at boulder field.
Above the boulders, into the basin, into the lush alpine glacier run-off meadows and creeks.
Looking south, past Stroud Glacier to (I think) Bow Mountain. One of the waterfalls from the glacier is in the center of the photo.
Peak Lake Basin
Pond above the waterfall by my campsite. Water looks milky from glacier-ground rock dust.
Waterfall by camp
Waterfall from Stroud Glacier
Alpine flowers - lavender color earlier in the season.
Looking back the way I came up through the basin.
Don't know the name of this mountain.
Headed up the basin, looking back
Crossed several snow fields
Getting higher up toward the col. Stroud Glacier left center of photo.
Farther up the basin, looking back - Wow!
High alpine - rock and snow and ice
Steep snowfield - glad I had an ice axe for this one.
Kapsack Col, looking west. I started at Peak Lake - the last lake in the center of the photo.
Knapsack Col, looking at the edge of Twins Glacier.
Twins Glacier. Did a long beautiful glissade down this one.
Looking down Twins Glacier
Looking back up the glacier. I walked to the edge of the rocks in the upper right of photo (where I fell and tore the seat of my pants), then started the glissade.
I'm going down. Down, down, down
When I finally got to a flat area I felt like Hermann bleeding Buhl. Alright! Tomorrow is my 65th birthday.
A little lower. Walking now.
Glacier melt stream
Out of the glacier and run-off; into Titcomb Basin.
Campsite on the tundra
Cooking dinner
One more look back up the glacier. What a great ride!
Water rushing from the ice to the icy Titcomb Lakes.
Titcomb Basin - "will haunt you forever more" (from The Great Adventure Hikes).
Meadows soft and lush with grass, flowers, moss with many of these streams running, trickling, rushing through them
Hiking out of Titcomb, looking back. Unimaginable to have been here.
The way out of Titcomb. Wind Rivers alpine. Beautiful.
One of the lower Titcomb Lakes
Looking across Island Lake to Titcomb, coming from the farthest reaches of the basin.
Island Lake campsite.
Weather changing. Rain, sleet, amazing wind, then quiet.
Cooking stuff. From right to left: C-ration stove for back-up with measuring cup inside (15 ml. denatured alcohol to boil 1 cup water), super-cat stove in a jar top, alcohol, windscreen, cozy. The super cat carried inside C-rat stove.
Island Lake
Island Lake - I came over them mountain passes in the distant right center of the photo.
Along Seneca Trail - another beautiful little basin.
Along Seneca.
Seneca Lake, I think.
Mushrooms along the trail.
Scat from carnivorous animal. Many more animal signs as I went down.
Last campsite, at Miller Park, near trail to Sweeny Lakes. The only time camping in a meadow. I just couldn't hack the forest.
From my tent. Ahhh.
The meadow, the forest, the mountains and the sky.
One of the Sweeney Lakes?
The incomparable Wind River Mountains
