Cold and wet

Buddy's on the alert and sounds his baleful alarm to let me know that someone's stirring around the tent. Getting up, I meet Eric, a guy who's been camping at Weir Creek. Creek. He's finding it therapeutic in helping him kick the cancer sticks.

It's raining harder now, and to be honest, I don't much feel like breaking camp, but the thought of the pass getting blocked drives me to push out. Eric lets us know about how far the next couple potential camp sites are, and provides some good info about Missoula. As we start getting higher, so does the snow. We stop at Wendover Park and actually haul the cart over the gate which has been covered. Finding a fairly good place under a giant Fir, I feed Buddy and brew my last bit of coffee. Tonight the dog sleeps in the fully enclosed portion of the tent. Although it's a little cramped, we both benefit from each other's warmth.