Some pines grow there, sparse on the rocky ground. I want to sit, my back to a pine, and listen to the water fall. The route to that spot looks treacherous but possible. We ascend the ridge and break for lunch. We are on the other side now and can see into the wide valley that holds Jackson Hole.
Snow begins to appear on the North side of the ridge.
We start to wonder about Hurricane pass. I go on ahead, to mount a small side peak. Mike will wait at the trail. People on day hikes to the small peak number about ten. They will turn back, but we head on.