Layover Day at Crone Crest

The warm weather prompted us to go down to the river to bathe and do laundry. We felt primitive - doing a ritual that women have shared for thousands of years. The water was icy cold but it felt great to be clean.


I took a short walk up the hill to check out the vistas on the other side. It was a lazy afternoon spying on Dall sheep grazing on the steep mountainside across Crone Creek. Caribou silouettes moved across a far ridge.
Some of the others hiked up to the peak behind camp and viewed the river that we would be hiking along tomorrow.