The bottom half goes much like that, dodging runoff, mud, and shrubbery.
By midway, I'm into 6-8" mash potato conditions, which persists into the Gulf proper. Despite that, the going is pretty easy, my heart hasn't exploded, and I make the upper cache close to my usual skinning time. Not bad for off the couch.
My original (as usual wildly optimistic) plan was to head up one of the slides, or the south 'snowfields', and catch either Davis or Boott Spur and back down. However, I'm up so early that everything is still socked in.
I make some forays into the scrub.
I realize with such sparse snow cover it is going to be a HEINOUS 'shwack just to get into one of the slides.
I elect to bail.