This morning, at the creek on the other side of Willow Lake here, where it had freshly melted through a snow bridge, I side-stepped over and the chunk on the other side shifted a bit and I stood there straddling it midstream, debating. I would have to back track quite a ways, and the creek here was only a foot and a half deep, and it seemed solid, so I went for it, gingerly, and it held, or it would have been a short day, or maybe a very long one. I don’t think the guys following, appreciated my route finding, judging from their tracks here. They went up this side canyon toward South Fork Pass and Middle Pal instead of crossing.
