Sneaking into the snow-laced ridges around 6,500 feet, it was in the back of my mind (nah, let's be realistic; it was at the front of my mind) that the blue skies would disappear, to be replaced by the misty gray winds typical of that elevation. Yet we kept climbing, the hours kept passing, and the blue sky remained. What a cherry!
Looking for a lunching location at the saddle of our unnamed pass. Ever the pragmatists, we casually named the little slice of ridge Narrow Pass due to the fact that the pass itself was about five meters wide. Our little footsteps can be seen traversing the mountainside above Emily's head in the background. 
With a belly full of lunch, Emily practices her slopestyle atop a ridiculously photogenic ridgeline.
Much of this snow was quite crunchy and old, but there was a layer of the fresh stuff to be found. It was warm enough to remove one's shirt and collect a sun tan atop this ridge. For a few minutes, at least...
Investigating an ice cave diving into a rogue sheet of ice spewing down Scott Peak's mountainside.
Bigger view, same ice cave. Yet without the hominids in place to add a relevant scale, the ice cave somehow looks smaller...
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