It was still a little windy at dawn.  Unfortunately, Ramisha, our cook, had come down with a bout of malaria.  It was decided that he would accompany us to Arrow Glacier, but then if he was still no better, would descend tomorrow.  Mist was swirling around the mountain, and there were some light snow flurries as we had a late breakfast, then set off for the short but fairly steep hike to Arrow Glacier Camp. 

We enjoyed great views back to Lava Tower as we climbed.  At first, there were just a few hardy little alpine flowers by the trail, sheltering against the rocks, then nothing more - we were in a barren desert of rock and ash.

We made heavy going up the side of the mountain - a surface speed of maybe 1/2 mile per hour.  A short step, a couple of breaths, then repeat.  Despite this slow progress, we made camp at Arrow Glacier on schedule.  We knew we were getting close when we saw the ravens overhead, still our camp companions at this high altitude.  There were several other parties in the camp, one returning from an acclimatization trek up a part of the Western Breach.

We both ate a hearty lunch, then took a welcome rest.  As we washed up and prepared for an early dinner, Barney and Greg stared up at the Western Breach.  "It looks awfully high!" we said.  "Piece of cake!" said Raymond.