I am struggling to not get caught in branches, and keep my feet dry jumping through creeks, and keep Doc and Scott in sight as they navigate through looking for a passage. Eventually we come to the river that we know flows down eventually next to our car, but unfortunately here it runs into a cliff with no bankside to walk on, stopping our way. We also know this cliff leads to the trail. No choice, we either wade through a river crossing, or climb the cliff. Scott scouts out a route up the cliff that doesn't involve rock climbing, and we claw and pull our way up the cliff. Thank god, we make it back, and it's not even dark. This makes the day an adventure. I admit I was inventorying my pack, glad that I had brought my down coat with me! The beers taste good this day back at the ranch!