Another long day, but here I am, finally, at my camp for the night. At 10,200 ft, I'm not feeling the altitude too badly, and even have enough energy to do some laundry and wash away the patina of animal grunge that accumulated on my skin during the day.

So... why am I standing that way? Because there's something about carrying a pack all day that makes you feel like someone took a tire iron to your lower back. Without my supply of little blue pills (Naproxen Sodium is my preferred poison) I don't know how I could have made it.