I have a love hate relationship with this blog. The above photos Marg up on the ridge after the steep climb. Then her eyes, that I had followed up the mountain and over the ridge.
Then our picture of a ptarmigan
This is Marg on the summit with some weird weather robot doodah - we were not impressed with the weather but you know what they say in this part of the world - wait five minutes and it will change so the next few photos are of the clearning. Later on in the day when we were leaving the ridge we heard a peel of thunder. It began to pour with rain and we wondered how the young trail runners with only shorts and teeshirts survived. The answer was OK as they passed us running down and we were happy to know they did not end up as statistics.
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