Stiff Socks, June 18
Paid our tab and out the door. Man, I was cold. B.J. and I needed to digest a bit if we were to make the big miles to dinner. No point yakking up such a fine pile of calories. Shady spot right out front (more tourists and cameras). Time to dry out the packs and some gear. B.J. had left his socks in the sun. They dried out well enough, well enough to stand on end.
J: Didn't get back on trail until 2:40 - headed up the hill for what turned out to be a LONG hike to Elk Wallow. Pass Mountain hut was fun: his and hers privies.