While most Americans spread out their blankets and opened up lawn chairs to watch the Fourths festivities, we packed up our rucksacks, grabbed a few bags of granola, threw some puppy chow in Jack and Jasper's saddle bags, and took the station wagon to the mountains. Don't worry, I wore my red, white, and blue G.I. Joe underpants, and after 14 months in combat, I can sort of take a break from the norm when it comes to various holidays, doing what I want to do...
So, what did I learn; a fat finger on the map does always look the same on the ground. What seemed to be an easily accessible glacier and peak, turned into the bushwhack from hell. After spending three hours barely moving 1.5 miles, we called it quits and turned back to base camp. In case you were wondering, yes, Glacier Creek water is very cold, and though it makes sense, no you shouldn't hike up stream with sandals for hours. Ok, here's a test, take that cooler full of left over Coor's Light from this weekend, fill it halfway with water, then add about 15lbs of ice, mix it up, then stick your foot in there for about an hour, go ahead and wiggle your toes periodically to ensure you still have feeling. That's what walking up the creek to Flute Glacier felt like, also known as the South Fork of the Eagle River. But yes, every Sapper has a plan B, I shall not be defeated. I will return with rubber waist high over boots and wool socks underneath. We will reach Flute Glacier, and we will top out at 7000ft on Eagle Peak, the most stunning of peaks overlooking the valley we live in.
Enjoy the photos.

Jack and Jasper posing it up at Eagle lake, with the glacier moraine and Eagle Peak present in the background, barely obscured by the clouds

Gretchen above Eagle Lake, looking south east out of the valley towards home.

Jack taking one of his many breaks;

Jasper ready to go on...