Day 3: Henry Near White Crack

Terry, Henry and I rode out to White Crack but we never quite figured out for certain where it was. We saw a number of fissures that might count, but who knows. This is the first in a four-shot panorama attempt. Just click "Prev" and "Next" real quick to get the idea. Sheesh. Still chilly, as you can see from Henry's coat and tights. We had a bite to eat in the White Crack camp parking lot because it gave us some shelter from the wind. A beautiful spot even without a positive ID.