Due to the warm weather, I underestimated my water needs. Bob gave me a few of his final gulps and we were certain that we would at least find a stream or something. The warm dry weather had conspired against us and it wasn't until this point, high up on the ridge, when we finally found some snow and fresh water. We took a nice long break and watched a cloud form over Wrangell and Etolin Islands.
Bob hikes up a snowfield toward our eventual campsite. Marsha Peak is visible in the distance.
Bob flies a kite as the clouds grow ominous.
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