10/22/2026
Every so often the effort and the payoff line up exactly, and this was one of those.
The hill in the foreground is a moraine, the pile of rock a glacier leaves behind when it pulls back. Walking up one is miserable. Loose, steep, and it hands back about a third of every step.
The bowl on the far side is what the ice was doing before it left. Scooped out, then filled with meltwater. The peaks behind it still have their glaciers.
We got to the top of the moraine and nobody said anything for a while, which in a group of adults who'd been talking constantly for four days is worth noting.
Then somebody asked about lunch and it was all back to normal.