There were blue skies when I got out of the tent this morning. It had rained overnight, but not all that much, so breaking camp and getting started was not too tough.
As the day progressed, the blue sky persisted. Granted, it was still quite cold and I wore my gloves all day. But, I wasn’t soaking wet, at least.
We had lunch near a small lake, where there was some shelter and water. But, it managed to have large, chilling gusts of wind despite the tall slopes all around.
The blue skies hung on, however, throughout the day, and even allowed for some modest panoramas.
By the end of the day, the skies were still blue. It seemed eerie and out of place in Washington.
Regardless of the clear day, I still don’t like Washington. I don’t trust it.
227 miles left. About 1 JMT.
Kiss the banana slug!