Once I convinced Scott that it was only "recommended" to not tent camp we head on our way. To be fair, Scott fears bears like I fear sharks and vice versa. If there was a shark warning sign in water you couldn't drag me into it where Scott would be swimming w/o thinking about it.
It was pretty warm for being September in the mountains and both of us were feeling the heat and the 40+ pound bags we were carrying around with us. Scott's bag especially felt heavy, not sure how those rocks got there.
The trail was easy to follow and where it got rocky and the trail was less obvious plenty of cairns were created to help out.
We decided to go an extra 1 1/2 miles to the further campsites to make Saturday a little shorter. We found a campsite at the forks shortly before 5pm. It was a great camp site right on the water with a fire ring, chair furniture and a table.
Had dinner and did some exploring before the sun started to go down and it got a little chilly. Time for some lemonade and whiskey... Scott got the one match challenge of trying to light the fire with one match. The first night didn't go real well since he couldn't light a match... I found it absolutely hilarious.
He finally got a match lit, but failed the test. Retry on Saturday.
Hung around the fire for a few hours and enjoyed the area. The moon was out so it was pretty light but it did make it so the stars couldn't be seen as well. No bear today or this night.
Day 2 later...
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