The clouds had more solidly covered the summit areas of the higher peaks as we summited Iroquois, but we still had interesting and beautiful views. Only the very tips of the two highest peaks, Algonquin and Marcy, were actually in the clouds. We again switched back into snowshoes and started the enjoyable hike across the high terrain to Algonquin. Ewart started to fall into a few nasty spruce traps here and there, and we were treated to not a few rounds of a roundly swearing Welshman. Poor guy.
Heading down off Iroquois
Apart from Ewart's attempts at cave-building, our traverse was enjoyable and unventful. Presently we climbed the southern slopes of Algonquin itself, and arrived at it's barren and windswept summit late in the afternoon, with no one else around. After a quick snack on the leeward side of some summit rocks (that chilly breeze was still blowing), we headed on down. There was essentially no view from Algonquin's summit today, in any case.
Nearing Algonquin Treeline
