We passed the night in a cave. A little cramped, but no one was forced to stay outside.
There was frost on the rocks when we emerged to take up our trek, so we had to watch our footing. Even when it melted, the rock bed of our path remained slick.
Reuben and I took turns helping Elijah along the narrow stretches. Just about everyone slipped but our trio. Thankfully there were no serious injuries. If anything the hurts were to their dignity, and, thankfully again, those were not lasting. And when handled in the right spirit, instructive.
Reuben noticed this, and that fact pleased both Elijah and myself.
We passed the summit of this route and are now descending.