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              Some
              distance above the "streambed", we stopped for a snack
              and water break in a flat area. Just as I finished my snack, we
              were surround by a "gang" of gray jays looking for a
              handout. Unfortunately for them, I had nothing left by the time
              they found us. I did manage to get a picture of one though. 
               
              
              
              The
              new snow was now about 6 to 8 inches deep, and the balsam firs
              were even more thickly plastered with white fluff. Muffin was almost totally
              abominable, with ice balls clinging to her legs in addition to her
              ever-present icy face. Sometimes I wonder whether Muffin gets
              liquid on winter hikes by eating snow, because she rarely takes a
              drink of water when I offer it to her.  
              
              
              Finally, 
                the trail leveled off and the icy summit
              cone appeared beyond a last hoary stand of trees. I figured that
              we home free now, and that the rest of the ascent would be a mere
              formality. The last time I climbed Mt Jackson, I had encountered
              chest deep snow and a posthole hell. At that time, I, as well as a
              couple of groups of climbers ahead of me, had lost the trail and
              made our way up through the scrub on the west side of the peak.
              This time, it was obvious that the trail approached the summit
              from the south.  
              
              
              Suddenly,
              we came
              upon a large steep ledge at the bottom of the summit cone. Muffin
              hopped right up, but I kept slipping back down, no matter how hard
              I tried. Before I could think to put on my crampons, a group of
              hikers appeared behind me. One of them managed to make it up after
              a few tries. He then used his pole while another hiker pushed from
              below, to help the rest of us up. I then let them go on ahead of
              me, and stopped to put my crampons on.   
              
              
              After
              struggling up a couple of smaller ledges, Muffin and I climbed the
              last angular approach next to a line of low scrub and were at the
              summit. We had finally made it. The sky was
              sunny and the views were clear, something not seen too often in
              the summer.     | 
             
               
                Gray
              jay. During a snack break, we were surrounded by a group of
              several gray jays. Unfortunately for them,  I had just
            finished eating when they arrived.               | 
             
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