Although we got an early start, by the time we made it down the other side it was about 1:00 pm and HOT. Of course, the last mile seemed endless. Along the trail, on the east side of Poia Lake, we saw an area that looked as if it was plundered under by a rototiller. That's what a bear did digging around for stuff to eat; hence the worried look on my face.
At the top right of this photo you can see the cool bridge we crossed to get over to the camp site. We hung out at the water's edge that afternoon, enjoying the breeze, the view of the lake and no skeeters. After dinner we hiked up the hill to look at the falls.
Looking northward, where we were hiking from earlier in the day; this would be our last night in the backcountry.
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