Deep, cold water swirled past. If I were to cross, I would have to swim. Upriver, the sketchy logs I usually counted on were underwater. It might be possible to cross on them--maybe. It was too much of a gamble. I had to retreat.
Of course, my alternate campsite, at Six Mile Meadow, was not terrible. I was the only one there, and the rock walls were reminiscent of a mini Yellowstone. The vast clouds of mosquitoes were the only downside. Later, two guys with several kids trailing along (well, the "kids" were were probably eighteen) appeared and built a fire. They told of an ambitious plan, to hike a loop that took in Glacier Pass and through the Lakes Basin back to this point. Good luck, buddy, I thought but did not say. The kids were from Texas. They had a lot of snow and water crossings ahead.
|Six Mile Meadow|
|The potential snowbridge is on the left of this picture, about halfway up. You can see how far you'd have to scramble to get there.|
|Pretty--but a big nope for crossing right now.|
I returned to my camp to see the boys packing up their wet gear (though meadows are nice, I generally avoid them for the condensation factor). I headed in the opposite direction, back towards the trailhead. Maybe others would have crossed the river, but I was good with my choice.
|See Ruby not caring if we can't get to the lake. Be like Ruby.|