Whitebark pines, and the decomposed granite slope that leads up to Shotgun Pass. Michèle at this point was near tears at the thought of going up what appeared to be a rather precipitous slope. I was in a bit of anguish since I didn't want the hike to be anything other than a pleasant stroll for her. Ah, perspective; once one hikes the various places in the Sierra as I have, you tend to forget how places like this can be downright intimidating. The trail cuts across the slope, and wends towards the pass out of view beyond the left edge of the picture.