Dan (Soap Box) and I have not only made it to the final state of our journey, we now find ourselves in a new crew. Smokes, Schmitty and Quinoa have all ebbed and flowed in and out, but Ms. Frizzle and Butters seem to be permanent members at this point. They're fantastic people and I couldn't be happier to have them around.

Our first crew lasted for a solid 900 miles, and it wasn't until afterward that I even realized what an anomaly that was. Most hikers start the trail solo and, while they often hike with others, most don't crew up for such long stretches. Usually people's schedules or hiking speeds are too different. Or somebody gets sick or injured. Regardless, I'm thankful to have made such great friends as I have on this adventure.

Now then, let's get back to finishing up Washington.

Soap Box, Butters and Ms. Frizzle. Oh yeah, and Mt. Adams.

Soap Box and Frizzle deftly speed down a hill as we head for town.

Ms. Frizzle and the most giant cairn ever.

Slightly less beardy, but equally as beautiful hiker trash.

True hiker trash. Butters brushing his teeth while hiking.

Haha, hiker crossing. Somebody added the poles and pack with tape. Oh, and the sign has hella bullet holes in it.

Butters and Frizzle stomping and clomping through a Washington meadow in the morning.

Cheers,

Jonathan