Day 4....
If I was to write a journel, I'm sure it would have read...."today I was schooled in the fine art of pain".  We hit the trail early and I was sopping wet within 1 hour.  Had to tie a bandana around my drip line to keep the salt out of my eyes.  Wife continued to leave me alone behind on the trail.  Me and the bears, I felt they were watching me from behind every nook....
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After a couple of hours...we begin to get some elevation.  We climb 2100 ft in 1.5 miles.  You figure it out!  But if it wasn't for the six-pack I carry (see Last Will Testament pic....last post), I would have failed the challenge.  Actually my wife informed me if it wasn't for the "party ball" I carry, she would have gotten over the pass in half the time.  Gesh, you'd think I asked her to carry my pack the whole way?

Another potential journal entry...."when attemting a challenge....make sure the necessitites of life are in your pack (tent and food).  That way, when you turn around to quit, there's no question as to who's in charge". ...

My feet were screaming as if they'd been torched with gasoline.  I begged and screamed like a baby to quit.  But the woman kept going, never even contemplating the word "quit".  She continually threatens to tell all my work associates back home, of my testicular weakness.  We were going to attempt a hike to a special Glacier place, "Hole-in-the-Wall" tomorrow.  But it was now evident that I'd be doing no additional mileage due to the erosions developing on my feet.  The only thing I saw of Hole-in-the-Wall was this shot of it.  It's about 1000 ft above us as we traverse to Brown's pass.  If you "Google" it, you'll see that it's a "hanging cirque".  If you look hard enough, you can see the hanging edge up above us.
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We make Brown's pass and here's the pic to prove it.  We have another 2.5 mi to go to camp...and to our horror.....we discover it's 900 ft downhill.  We both sat down and cried for 10 minutes.  Our dogs were starting to scream and now mine were bleeding too.
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My last view towards Hole-in-the-Wall spur as we decide to skip it and head for camp.
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The view back towards where we'd come from.  Off in the distance is Bowman lake where we started.
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After we cried a spell, my wife began the descent down to Thunderbird pond and valley.  Our camp was only a mile+ away, but a bone-jarring 900 ft drop on top of bleeding feet.  This view is of the "Hawksbill" as we contemplate our descent.  The Hawksbill is a promentory/feature that juts out to the N off of Thunderbird mountain.  Our camp for the night lies just off the point of the "bill".
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At the bottom we came across ice-cold Thunderbird pond....melt-water off of Thunderbird glacier.  Momma moose awaited for our amusement.  She didn't even care that we had our stinky dogs in with her.  Perhaps this is where I innocculated my colon?
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....the nightmare continues....