We had thought that sub freezing temperatures were behind us. This was not the case we found, awaking in the dump to frost on our bivvies and a brief hail storm. Driven to complete
our slow approach to Kingman, AZ by dwindling food stuffs we pressed on. Under heavy skies we rolled across the shoulderless expanse for another 20 miles.
A broken, grass-colonized shoulder appeared just in time for the crest before Kingman. The spinning ascent was met by fluffy flakes that followed us all the way into town. There we resupplied, feasted, and prepared for the final leg towards Phoenix.