The Seward Range (minus Seymour) was by far the hardest hike of my 46 journey, so when the time came to tackle Seymour I was determined to make it a more enjoyable hike. I started on the trail very early and was spoiled with peak fall colors. I knew I would be climbing Catamount with some friends the next day, so I was hoping the six mile trek to and from the base of Seymour wouldn't tear me up too much. 

I made it to the Seymour turnoff without any trouble and from there things got more interesting. The route up Seymour is about as "trail-les" as it gets (only beat out by Redfield in my opinion) and I had to check my map constantly to stay on course. It was a very slow climb dealing with the navigational challenges and the steep, wet slabs that seemed to never end. The saving grace of the climb was that there were always trees within reach to help pull yourself up the slabs. I eventually made it to the summit then went back to an overlook I had passed by just before that. I was surprised to find great views of the Sewards on what many described as a summit with no views. I enjoyed the fall colors and reminiscing on that monster of a hike that was the Sewards about a year prior before heading back down the trail. I was a bit overconfident in my ability to stay on the trail on the way down and ended up in adjacent drainages several times, but always found my way back to the main trail. 

When I reached the bottom I was happy to be able to pick up the pace and fly through the last six miles. I got back to my car just after dark and went home to get some rest before climbing Catamount the next day.