I spend some time untangling the line so Brett can fish.

By sunset, thirty-one people had hiked in to our tiny lake. This included one group with two adolescent idiots. One of which would have a 10 to 15 minute expletive outburst at the top of his lungs every half hour. This would usually be followed by him kicking their gear or throwing it in the lake. Since we had explored the entire area already, Andra and I talked about hiking out a day early to drive down the General's Highway and check out the giant sequoias and museum.