We made the long, easy walk down Willard to 302 and found the... RAV4 all by its lonesome in the lot. We'd had the mountain to ourselves today. Coming to the Notch was a good save.

We did the same sorts of things we usually do at the end of a trip. Namely, we went to Shalimar. Unfortunately they were closed. Mondays are odd in Conway. Everyone clears out of town, merchants take a break. We ended up at The Red Parka Pub. I wanted to try something that wasn't Horsefeathers. With what we had to work with, in retrospect, it wasn't the best call I made during the trip. We ended up coming back to the latter establishment for a drink or two or twenty. The bar was mostly empty for a change. We filled it up with nonsense.

Above you can see the East Face of Mt. Willard falling into disrepair. The second pitch of Hitchcock Gully is the right-angling ribbon of ice in the just right of center in the upper portion of the photo. The Cleft is just out of view on the right. It probably makes as much sense as anything to simply slog up from the tracks and climb a few slabs below the latter route to reach it. The traverse over from Hitchcock would take a while. We think. But you probably shouldn't listen to us.