|NATIONAL PARKS QUICKLINKS|
Once I made the last creek crossing--the one without a bridge--I had the place all to myself. It was wonderful. Despite the threatening clouds, I had only a spinkling of rain. After that it was all dry. I probably could not have crossed the creek with such high runoff, but I lost the trail and came to the creek about 200 yards too far to the north. That was lucky, however, because there was a log jam right at the spot. This was only an overnighter, but it was my second trip of the year. For me, that's a good start to the season.