Morning brings the views not seen at night. A 100 year old century
plant on a ridge, a branch with leaves that creates a puppet show just for me.
Wes goes ahead to scout out the West fork for possible RUNNING water. Doug and I
head out shortly thereafter. We spot Wes waiting on the other side. No water. We confer.
We must head back as we must have water. On the hike back, we notice several more
pools below our meager pool of last night. We select the largest of the pools and set up
an assembly line. I fill bottles from the pool. Doug and Wes fill the bottles and platypus
bags. Since Wes left his pack, we get his water ready first. He heads back with all but a
couple of bottles, empties are much easier to carry. 25 quarts and about 3 inches from the
pool we our again on our way, finally, at 8:45.