We left early the next day and went on a hike as soon as we unpacked our horses.
Our final camp was on the large lake behind me.
A pica.
We had been looking at 70 dall sheep (mostly female and their young) on the next peak when we noticed rams near us.
I missed the line of rams my sister saw climb the ridge but I caught this one.
Kris found many antlers, making Max look a bit like a mythical winged/horned creature.
The site of our last camp, near an old and new beaver dam.
Cody.
Arkell.
The old beaver dam. Walking to the new dam was a boggy experience.
Kris and the pack hourses.
Blueberries at our final lunch spot on our trip. Kris said that we could see black bears. I wasn't too disappointed that we didn't.
Cindy, getting ready to go after lunch.
The base camp. The view of a from this lake on our hike was taken from a peak behind the mountain on the left.
Our guides in the kitchen.
Civilization!