The next day got harder. There was a lot of elevation change, and as you can see, Samantha was using our old heavy external backpack. But that notwithstanding, she did quite well. We stopped at a small crystal clear lake for lunch and had a swim. Chilly, but very refreshing to sore muscles!
It rained off and on Saturday morning. We hiked a couple of hours until we hit it: a big lava flow leading to the summit. And yes, it was as cold as the picture looks.
And yes, it was the hardest part of the hike. It was quite a climb. We reached the summit, which was quite desolate. We were at glacier level, and there was still a lot of snow. Speaking of which, here's our fearless bishop showing how to stay young:
As we started our descent, the scenery began to look much prettier. Wildflowers, which were sparse the first part of our hike, soon were all over. We were now hiking through terrain which was more "Pacific" than "Bend", if you know what I mean.
By this time, legs and shoulders were sore, blisters had popped, but spirits were high, as we could feel the end coming near.