Likely the most picturesque morning yet, the 5 miles before knifes Edge were captivating with its rolling treeless hills and perfect trail. I should have gotten to the "Knife Edge" a little earlier feeling how the snow felt after sinking my ice axe shaft into the butter-like snow, while my feet firmly planted on the last bit of steep rock before. A good thing about snow is that footsteps preserve well even after a few thaw and melt cycles. It's funny because it also preserves the falls and slips that other hikers made in the past, I saw them as one of those, "Floor is Wet" signs you might see in a grocery. Since today was a lot of wet steep ground my right shoe blew out on its side, bummer.

Caught up with Recalc again, had lunch. Chatted a bit about Michigan. Camped near him at the end of the day near a cluster of lakes fearing that there wasn't going to be any snowless spots anytime soon around the upcoming bend.