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.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."