The next morning, after a good camp breakfast, we entered the Medano Pass Primitive Road at The Point of No Return.
The rangers said the sand, being very dry, was soft and deep, so we dropped the tire pressure down to 20 psi at Point of No Return. The rangers were right. There were several spots where Wesley wallowed and slip-slid, but we had no real difficulties.
The road crosses Medano Creek nine times. This time of the year, the creek is usually very low, and this year was no exception.
We lunched on the east side of the pass, as the wind soughed through the trees and the perfume of spruces wafted over us.
Huckleberries and currants were all over - as was bear poop. We had bear spray with us, but sadly, we saw no bruins stuffing themselves in preparation for winter.
