983 (Stubblefield Canyon) to 966 (Benson Pass)
Started the morning listening to the calls of owls back and forth. Wish I knew what kind they were.
|The maps say this is a "dangerous ford" but now there isn't even a drop.|
|Hello again, Bob.|
Followed a pair of deer up to the top of the pass, they glanced back at us before leaping over the crest and disappearing out of sight. Incredibly, there was a meadow with clear-flowing water up high. And then further down I found a sheltered site for my hammock tucked out of the wind.
|Climbing as the sun set.|