6/26

I spent the morning horrendously lost in the white oblivion of snow fields. Rally and Furniture were far ahead already. I was ready to cry out that it's almost July. But Simon, the English hiker and extraordinary orientier, wandered into my path in time to rescue me. I was ready to blaze ahead in search of my friends, but chose his company instead, since he wired my interest with stories of mountaineering in glaciers and continental bicycling tours. Somehow, though, I've separated myself from company and am here alone on this dusty ridgeline.