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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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Muffin, now almost totally abominable, with ice balls clinging to her legs. Still, it didn't stop her from digging her face into the snow.

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More snowy balsam fir trees, even more thickly plastered with fluffy white snow.

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The icy summit cone finally appears beyond the last stand of larger trees in a level plateau.

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Mt Jackson summit trail sign. We had finally made it. The sky was sunny and the views were clear, something not seen too often in the summer. 

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