My morning consisted of me trying to dry my sleeping bag out; throughout the night under the bridge, water began dripping near me and the splash ended up getting my sleeping bag wet.

My mom mailed my resupply and a heavier coat which I anticipated needing as the time of year has come for the Northern Cascades to possibly see snow. I checked the forecast and figured the weather would hold for at least the next week. So I sent the warm jacket back home along with some supplies I didn't need for the last two legs of this adventure.

Before leaving town, I stopped in at a small deli and had a delicious hot sandwich for lunch. Not entirely done eating, a gentleman was giving another hiker a ride to the trail at Stevens Pass and wanted to know if I needed one too. Of course I said yes, shoveling the rest of the sandwich down and quickly packing up my gear.

Back at the trail around 2:00 pm, I knew it would be a challenge to get to camp before dark. The group I'd been hiking with planned on camping at the top of a mountain, roughly 15 miles in for the day. It's one of the few good mountain tops along the trail where it is possible to camp comfortably and I wanted to make it there.

As the darkness encroached and I was almost to the top of the mountain, fog and mist created a coolness that had me looking for a good place to stop if conditions got worse. Fortunately they did not and I was able to join the group as we all sat out in the misty fog for dinner.