Day 3 Climax Creek, I know what your thinking, and no, nothing like that happened. So you can just forget about that. Anyway, it again had rained that night and so I tried to dry the tent off again. Again we left before are compodrades and again they passed us right around the time we were passing the rangers cabin. which I have to say, was not as nice as the first one. It was more or less, looked liked it was slipped in the middle of the bush. But it meant that we were getting close to a diver, which would put us right on track with the map I made. The morning was sunny and we started out walking through fire weed again and this time there was more up hill, bigger uphills. But you got to walk along this cliff edge for quite some time, so that was cool. The sucky part was seeing all the damage that was caused by the fire, I took out most of the valley we were in and most of the valley on the other side of the river. The trail was like the day before, pretty clear, one person wide, pretty flat, and a lot of weaving through trees. Once we passed the cabin and got to the river just pass, that's when things went array. The map showed us crossing but there was no bridge, the river was pretty deep looking and looked like it had a good current going through it, so we didn't think we were suppose to cross there. So after much discussion on the map, my sister took a good look at it and then we decided to backtrack, where we found another trail heading off to the right that walked along the river. It was a muddy trail and not well marked and hard to see, but we thought this had to be it....thankfully it did turn out to be the right trail. It was just fluke we managed to see it, cause the trail that lead right to the river, where it looked like you had to cross was a pretty major trail...so maybe that was something else, or it went that way at one time. After we got back onto a better more "clear" path, we came upon two other bridges further down. One half the bridge was hanging in the water and half rotten, and the other was fully submersed in water. Mark this as the first time we had to take our boots off to cross the creek. It was pretty cold, but at least there weren't a million bugs eating you. After crossing we continued and came upon another this loots like the place to cross but was not the place to cross. The trail lead straight to it. We searched for a good half hour for a bridge, a sign on the other side of the bank, so see if indeed we were suppose to cross. Yeah, no luck. Finally Sara decided to attempt to cross just to see if she could do it. She was the tallest and probably the best chance with her marathon running legs to get across....if she couldn't do it, me and Charlene definitely won't be able to. She managed to get a few feet into the water before it was practically at her waist and was to strong to go on. So we pulled her back out with the rope and dwelled on what we were going to do. We had that "what do we do no?" look. Sara decided to examine the map more carefully and thanks to her map course she took in university, she realized the mountains were suppose to be at a different angle to us, as to where we were suppose to cross. So we backtrack, again, and found the same thing as before a hidden trail going off to the right leading to a bridge. Hallelujah! The bridge was interesting a kind of scary to cross, due to the big gaping sections in it. But we all passed the best sight we had seen all day, and managed to make it to camp in one piece. Once we got to camp we set up, went down to our little babbling brook and cleaned up a bit. Then we let Sara throw the rope with the beaner on it on the bear pole.....yeah big mistake, she threw it and the beaner clipped into the rope and got stuck at the top of the tree. So the got a really log stick and Charlene jumped on Sara's back and they managed to get it off, but not after I took some nice incriminating photographs!!