As the sun began to set, I took a couple pictures of Jennie Lake. This small lake was an inviting 63 degrees.

Andra warms up while we wait for our food to hydrate. Does it look like she's stealing Brett's heat? I don't know, but it doesn't look good. We don't call her mean old Andra for nothing!

Before bed I told Brett that if he got a headache he was to wake me. One of the first things to go when you get mountain sickness is your judgement. It is very similar to being drunk. Many people think they can just tough out the headache till morning and don't want to bother anyone. After several hours of the condition getting worse and worse, their judgement is so impaired they may not tell anyone what's going on for any number of crazy reasons.

I watched a program on a group of hikers taken to 14000ft to test some theories on mountain sickness. One hiker became ill in the evening and against the doctors requests, remained silent all night, not wanting to bother anyone. By morning, without any treatment, he was so ill, fuilds were filling his lungs. They had to air evacuate him the next day because he wouldn't survive long enough to get him out on foot. Hours after the helicopter left, a huge storm moved in making air travel impossible. By the time it blew over, the doctor running the study said he would have died.

Fortunately things at 9000ft are not quite as extreme, but good communications with your party members is always key to a safe trip.