Above is Tam's interpretation of this day. We were hiking south and then west, so her drawing starts at our tent in the upper right. Try and follow my writing with her drawing!
Having crossed a fork of the Toklat yesterday, we started our day following the main Toklat south for a few miles. I almost fell while crossing a deep section of a branch; it wasn't that deep, really, no more than mid-thigh, but I couldn't seem to find stable footing on the river bed, which was obscured by the heavy load of mud, silt, and debris this flooded river was carrying. I made it okay to the other bank and looked back at Tam, who shook her head at me and began walking, finding a shallow, braided section about a quarter mile upriver. Chilled to the bone from the glacial water, my next hour, spent walking fast and wearing many layers in an attempt to warm up, taught me the important lesson that it is always worth it to spend the time searching for the best possible place to cross.
|the river we followed up|
|our tent in the gorge next to the river (bottom center of this photo)|