Overslept so we didn't get on the trail until 6 AM. It was a little cooler, though, because there was a mongo storm last night.

These poor mules are lost. All the way off the trail. Must have been cutting switchbacks again.

At three mile I scared off a begging squirrel, and the gal said, "OH!", so I said, they carry rabies. Brad said, "They carry plague". Then I got to tell her boyfriend not to cut the switchbacks. Busy, busy, busy....

Jake, you managed to get your name on the rocks when I wasn't looking, but it is gone now.

Lots of French persons hiking down in groups. All the women wear as little clothing as possible. I hope they had a garbage bag for when it started to rain at noon.