When I woke up, it was overcast and grey and just barely drizzling. Fortunately, unlike some of my other adventures, I had stayed dry throughout the night.

I got up, retrieved my food from its bear hang, packed my stuff and headed down the trail. I passed several lakes and by midmorning the sky had cleared and it finally warmed up.

I descended all of the way into the canyon which was less than fun due to all of the weight I was carrying. It was a long ways down.

Looking to the south from switchbacks.

I found the bridge that was supposed to be damaged and then I made a mistake. Instead of crossing the bridge, I continued on past up the canyon. It was rough going and eventually the trail simply gave out.

The riverbed.

At this point, I still thought that I was on the right path, so I continued up the canyon, following the stream. Eventually, it got dark and at a seemingly dead end, so I set up camp underneath of a rock, with my tarp stretched out at a 45 degree angle to keep the rain off.