Because sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words:
I do have to add a note however on where I ended after the nine hour climb (and a 30-minute downhill ride) as, once again, I have been blessed with goodness and kindness.
I ventured onto the doorstep of literally the first house I came across in Sisters. Expecting a refusal, I coyly asked about the possibility of pitching my tent on the occupants’ land. They did indeed decline, inviting me instead to spend the night inside by the fireplace.