The conditions on the final day were less than epic, and with our day-packs overloaded with extra gear, spare parts, extra clothes, trash, etc. we decided to just schuss straight back to Halfway via the snow-mo path and steal a few turns here and there as the opportunities presented themselves. The snow predictably grew heavier, wetter, and slower as we lost elevation culminating in literally skating and poling the final 6 miles out of the woods. Brad declared it to be torture, and Ryan dubbed it the trail of tears. I offered no argument here. We skulked back to Carson House, showered ate snacks and then made a hasty egress, across Oregon and toward a civilization rife with beer, pizza, more showers, couches and other amenities that we hadn’t realized we might miss so much.