The foothills of the winds on the west side are seemingly endless rises separated by countless lakes. There were so many that I forgot to even take photos of any. But the landscape between each one became more and more arid as we traveled further south, foreshadowing the desert to come. As we reached the end of the second day out of Pinedale, the peaks of the Cirque finally appeared on the horizon as we marched to meet them. Again, we had a perfect upcoming window of weather and intended to complete the 18 mile, difficult high route in a single day. Here we come!
