For much of the three and a half days there, I was completely alone in the Valley which is wonderful for exploring and wandering around in my shorts but a reason for caution too.  There is no cellular reception there and the nearest civilization is more than 30 Km away.

Fortunately the worst thing that happened this trip is sun-burn on bare skin that had forgotten what the sun felt like.

It is amazing how much of the Valley the river can fill at times.  In the spring months the river can inundate many square kilometres of land, ripping up trees, washing out trails and burying wide areas in several feet of mud and stones.  Over the years the river course has changed and the land that has emerged is a mixture of 'high plains scrub' and a water-logged wilderness criss-crossed by streams that erupt out of the ground.

There are bear, deer and horses in the Valley, along with the usual squirrels, chipmunks and 'camp robbers' that are always happy to see a new camper.  Fortunately the bear stay up along the Valley ridges but their tracks can be found in fresh mud along the river bank so extra precautions are taken when caching food and gear.

And The Sasquatch.  Yes, the Valley is home to the mysterious 'First Man', which means it is also home to various Sasquatch hunters!

Although I did not see any Sasquatch or horses in the flesh this trip, I did find horse tracks and droppings.  In this unique mountainous valley environment, horse poo grows some interesting fungi...