Another view of our tent. Placed away from the precariously perched rocks above.
A pool at our campsite.
Washing the dishes.
A bear path. Bears wore a clear path into the mountain. It was interesting stepping where perhaps hundreds of bears had stepped before.
A chilly evening, with a raft set up as a windbreak.
Cooking fresh fish.
Everyone gathered around our kitchen.
My sister on a hike. (Our campsite is below her to the right.)
Whenever we weren't rafting we had complete freedom to roam. Scattered throughout the trip we had days off for hiking. On other days, we were still able to find a few hours to climb a mountain, sometimes even before breakfast.
One of many pictures of orange lichen.
Sarah sitting on the ridge.