A glacial bowl that holds the snow long after the lowland summer is over. Forbidden Peak closes the basin on the north side, a knife-edge ridge climbers come for. The basin itself is heather and meltwater and granite, reached by a steep climbers' trail off the Cascade River Road. The marmots watch. Late July, the lupine comes up between the snow patches. Above the tent platforms the Boston, Quien Sabe, and Forbidden Glaciers spill from three sides at once. Nobody stays for the day. The people up here are passing through to something higher.