We weren’t sure what this day would bring. Post pass we might have just been stuck walking along a busy road.

We had a well-earned sleep in till 7am (what has happened post PCT, that now I think waking up at 7am is a lay in!)

We were pleasantly surprised to find we weren’t walking on roads at all, but a little less excited to find we had another pass to go over. Significantly smaller, yet still got the heart pumping.

From then it was all down and even steeper than the previous day. We were slipping and sliding about.

There were lots of ‘Dad!! Be careful’ ‘s. We even paused the flag counting game when we started working our way along the edge of a cliff. Mini landslides made the trail exciting to say the least. I don’t know whether I was more nervous crossing them myself or watching my Dad cross them.

After a couple of hours of this, two hikers came walking back towards us. The trail had be cut off and now ended with a 30m drop and sudden exposure to winds of at least 50km/hr. You really had to lean in to stay up.

A group of six of us formed and we split up to try to find a passable route. Dad almost dropped of the edge following the flags, but eventually four of us managed to get a route down with minimal butt shuffling.

Down on the road we looked up to see the final two battling the wind and stuck up on the ledge. One guy ran back up to give them a hand and it all ended without too much drama in good hiker community style.

Now we had the same wind speeds and so much dust being thrown up at us we had to wrap hanky’s round our faces and just pushed on through the final hour into Jomson.

In town we found a fun little teahouse with a ‘groovy’ bar and decent wifi.

Exhausted and ready for bed, we managed to keep our eyes open just long enough for our trail friends to pop round for a celebratory beer (as it was there final night). Once they arrived 1 beer turned to 10 and we had a great night of singing the night away. We will miss our little gang as we continue for the next week on our own.