Each trip is a new adventure and the last three days for Karen and I was no exception. We decided to backpack down stream on one of our more popular eastern slopes rivers and camp. The trip started off with lots of preparation and an uneventful drive to the trail head. Karen hoisted her pack and headed downstream. Yep our packs were heavy but we both were game! It wasn't long before we realized that one of our elkhounds decided to go on his own adventure. We finally reconnected with our hound about an hour later thanks to two kind fly fishers who also were heading downstream with backpacks on their shoulders.
About an hour down the trail, Karen slipped and fell right into a pile of mud and cow paddies. Now that made my wife angry, real angry! Thankfully we were close to a creek and she was able to wash off the worst of the unplanned incident!