After saying goodbye to Greg and Don I traversed the ridge over to Big Jim and then set my bivy sack in the snow near Lake Augusta. My thermometer read 22 degrees during the night and the wind chill overpowered my 17 degree sleeping bag.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe