I attempted to keep my socks and feet dry by daintily tiptoeing across fallen tree limbs, Cathy simply walked through the mid-calf deep muck. The scenery along Lake Bennett looks like Yosemite would if the valley floor were flooded.
Buildings are so rare that the few that exist are marked on maps.
When we weighed in about a mile from the Chilkoot trailhead, my pack tipped the scales at 63, and that was without my camera gear, another six pounds. Cathy's came in at 61. And then the trail disappeared into a swamp. I attempted to keep my socks and feet dry by daintily tiptoeing across fallen tree limbs, Cathy, more pragmatic and certainly more experienced in dealing with such obstacles, simply walked through the mid-calf deep muck. It was at Sheep Camp that the original stampeders hunkered down to sort their loads in preparation for the assault on the 3,270-foot summit of Chilkoot Pass six miles further up the trail.