Meghann was still sleeping when I woke. I rose, discovering a cow further down the beach. It looked with surprise, and soon climbed up to its friends as I stepped closer. The sun was shining softly in the morning mist.
It was a slow morning, enjoying the shine and warm air. The night had been cold, water having frozen in bottles.
We set out to find a way past the dead end. Our camp was taken down, gear hidden under a tree, that we would pickup on our way out.
The detour, led us up a steep path overlooking the lake and came down by the delta of several rivers and streams spilling off the surrounding peaks. We continued further in, till coming to a lake and wall impossible to climb. Glaciers suspended above. How sad it is not to reach them - uncertain when I will have the possibility to return.
Driving down the mountain that night we followed a truck with shadows men on the back. Moon rose late.
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