Since we now had bloody stuff, we decided we better get serious so we hung food, trash, meat, and hides in a tree grove about 400 yards from camp. That evening was cold as hell but spirits were high! The coffee flowed freely, the food tasted extra good and we were smiles from ear to ear. We toasted to Aaron and laughed about how much he would have complained about being wet and especially about being cold (he was cold blooded
).
That night was a restless one. For the first time since we had been there it was dead calm. Every single sound was a bear following the smell of goat blood. I would go from dead asleep to heart pounding wide awake at every rustle of brush or snort coming from the air bag next to me
about 3 or 4 a.m. the rain started and the steady drum on the tent lulled me to sleep.
The next morning was a cold one again and light snow was falling. Ceiling was sitting at about the 800ft line so no glassing for the morning. We took a hard look at the extended forecast, our lack of goat options, and the fact that we had taken nannies from a breeding pool and decided to call for a ride and end our stay. Turned out to be a dang good decision because as we would find out, we would have been weathered in most of the remainder of the week.
Our ride showed up mid day and as fast as we had been dropped off, we were loaded and skipping across the lake looking at the wall of water coming up the valley from the SE. Just beat it!
The flight home was just as spectacular as the flight down. Absolutely breathtaking country and the sizeand remoteness is hard to wrap your brain around.
