Started high from snow camp with a good accumulation of fresh stuff clinging to the tent. My shoes were frozen solid, per usual. I've gotten into a routine at night where I loosen up the laces and pull the tongue wide open so that I can wiggle my feet in easier in the morning. This morning I put on two pairs of wool socks and then slid those into plastic bags before slipping on my shoes.
We stayed high all morning. Snow shoes, all day. In the afternoon we descended down a frozen river. The snow bridge got thin and we scrambled up a steep snow covered hill. I was glad that I had an ice axe and that my snow shoes acted like crampons. We ascended out to find ourself on top of an 11,000 peak between two rivers. Descending off of that little peak was far trickier than it appeared on our topo maps.
We got down to three forks and decided to work our way back up to the divide via the north fork.
The valley was beautiful and we found a small patch of dirt under some pines to set up our tents.