Woke up to the song "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac playing from Gofar's tent parked on the other side of the bush from mine. It was a sad farewell, lightened The coldest morning yet. Brutally windy all morning and I think my filter froze, making it useless for the next section, luckily the water found around here is all newly melted snow filtered through the alpine vegetation making it very clean.

Met hiker "Recalculating", a 42 year old from Grand Haven, MI, He was the footsteps I've been following in the snow for 3/4 of the day. Ran into him at taking lunch. He reminded me of what is called the "Knife Edge", one of the more well known sketchy traverses in the San Juan's, which I'll run into tomorrow.

Put in 18 miles today, with about a 50/50 trail to snow ratio. My feet were soaked by the end. It wasn't so squishy that I was post-holing, but it was enough to make me feel like I was walking through molasses. I built a fire pit out of snow on the side of a drift, the snow seemed to help reflect the heat back onto me. Sitting in my sleeping quilt like a wet burrito I couldn't help but think of all the dead trees around me, dead from beetle kill, might fall on me in the middle of the night.