Since I had gotten lost on Day 2, most of day three was spend retracing my steps and getting back on the right path. I woke up, had my breakfast, tried to go a little farther up the canyon before realizing that I had made the complete wrong turn at the bridge and headed back down the canyon.
I crossed the bridge at about noon or so and began hiking up the correct canyon, stopping for lunch in an area with burned out trees.
I passed the trail intersection that comes from the Wind River Reservation, where an outfitter had set up a tent and had several horses.
I passed many beautiful meadows and was able to see the Gannet Peak for the very first time of the trip.
I hiked until it was dark, having passed one older couple with external frame backpacks, one single man who was thinking about turning around and a father and son team who did turn around.
I got to camp and after I was all set up with my tarp, I was startled by a single cow elk that wandered through. I took several time lapses with my camera, and then went to sleep.