It was still raining when we woke again. We packed up our sodden gear, which had gained significant weight and bulk with the addition of water. Squishing down the trail, I felt sharp pains in my fingers and toes in the wet, cold air. We were both so wet and cold we barely noticed the beautiful green mossy forest, with swampy pools and ponds.
As the sky started to clear, fingers of mist and cloud slowly retreated from the valley. A few rays of sun reached us, and we finally caught a glimpse of the mountains we had just hiked through, obscured by clouds and storm for three days. Soon we saw the chairlifts at Snoqualmie Pass (3,030 ft), where we headed into town to resupply and dry out.