It was a tough crowd, but we made it back to Ennis (that's Ennis like tennis, not Ennis like penis according to locals). After seeing the other sign for 287 going out of town, they agreed it was indeed a no-fault mistake.
Finally heading up the valley to look for a campground.
Here's a few pics from around camp.
Had to go lookin' for bugs!
We woke up to a chilly morning, packed up camp, and were on the water before 7. The water was definitely moving a bit faster than the Missouri, and had enough obstacles to get a little practice in behind the oars.
The water was great, and it was a lot of fun chuckin' 3" giant stone flies, but we probably should have tried something else. The fishing was pretty slow. We all probably had 4 or 5 fish apiece come up and try and eat the thing, but most of the fish were small, and we couldn't get a hook up. Bayes finally came through with a nicer sized brown.