For something different, here's a journal entry from one day of this last section.
Woke up today on a damp patch of dirt with the location of the trail unknown. As darkness descended the previous night we thought we had located the path, but as we went that direction this morning it was no where to be found. When I looked at the compass I realized we had been heading west, down a drainage, while we should be going north on a separate ridge. After backtracking, we found a patch of trail, then more snow, but we were headed in the right direction. We bushwhacked for what seemed like hours, knowing we had to meet Macy for lunch 12 miles further ahead and not knowing what we would encounter.
Often we would see short bits of trail, and follow it around a bend, and my heart would again sink as it would be burried. We made it to a south west face, and enjoyed a few miles of mostly clear dirt and mud. Ed caught us just before Highway 40, and we crossed a bit more snow. We made it just in time to meet Macy, who brought us huge burritos and beer, and good distraction from the hard traveling. By the time we left it was 3 pm and we decided to go to the Peter Grubb ski hut, only 7 miles further. It was so nice to get to camp before dark, and have some time to relax a bit, with out feeling rushed. We made dinner and stared at a fire in the wood stove, and had a great sleep in the warm loft. Finally a good day.
Peter Grubb hut