The trail up to Cascades Pass is in pretty good shape as you would expect for a well-funded NPS trail. There are still quite a few mud-holes that could be fixed, but the trail is largely hazard-free. There's still some snow fields to be crossed before reaching the pass, but the steps are well established. I would only bother with an ice-axe early in the day when the snow is hard. At this point an ankle-twisting break through the snow into the rocks beneath is the greater hazard.
Someone left behind the neatest little tripod at the pass. If it's yours let me know. I'm not going to give it back. I just want to say thanks and find out where you got it.
I tested out one of the solar composting toilets. It looks like they could you more sun and less compost.
The route up to the Sahale Arm still has a few snow patches where I felt more comfortable with my ice axe deployed. Once up upon the arm itself, there was no significant snow until you reach the glacier. I climbed most the way up to below the glacier before turning around at a point where I had a choice of steep, thin snow or loose rock.
On my way back down I rock hopped off the trail to an outcropping with an nice view to the west. As soon as I unpacked my food, a fat marmot came racing toward me. I didn't know marmots could move that fast! Soon there were marmots to the left of me, marmots to the right of me, marmots directly ahead of me, pawing at my pack and sniffing my boots. I grabbed my gear and executed a tactical withdrawal from Marmot Hill. I moved to an un-contested hill nearby and finished my lunch in peace.
I stopped on the way back to look down at Doubtful Lake. The lake is mostly melted out, but there are still steep, deeply crevassed snow banks around the shoreline. The snow banks are caving in places. As I pulled out my camera to take a picture I dropped my remote. When I bent over to pick it up I heard a rip and felt the cool breeze pass through the furry forests of my own little crevasse. ""Opps!"", I thought. ""No fancy sit-down restaurant for me tonight. I'll have to stick with a drive-through."" I hitched up my shorts and hiked the rest of the way down with my cheeks tightly clenched together so as not to offend.
A short distance below Cascade Pass I heard a crash in the woods beneath the trail and moved to the edge to peer down the steep slopes just in time to see a cinnamon bear push its way through the brush into a clump of trees. With its shaggy, light-brown fur, I can see how people who have seen a few National Geographic episodes could mistake one of these bears for a grizzly, but I could see between its shoulder blades clearly and the hump characteristic of grizzlies was absent.