That cold morning I did my best to saddle my horse and tie my string under the watchful eyes of my guide. I attempted to help with all the pack horses to no avail as my hitches were redone and criticized by her loveliness. The others gave me, the newbie a few helpful tips, a couple snacks for the trail and we were off again. I forgot to remove one of my horse's neck ties which were no longer needed and as soon as we started one of my horses got its leg caught in it - of course! A wreck was ensuing but quickly rectified as I jumped off my pony and managed to untangle the mess.
Once again I had no idea where we were going or how long we would be trailing that day but I tried my best to relinquish control (which is not an easy feat for me) and enjoy the scenery. Six hours later we arrived at another camp with another crew and their clients. It was early enough in the day that once we got everything unpacked and organized there was time enough to relax and eat. The cook was quite friendly and happy to have some company. We hobbled our horses and sent them out to graze for a few hours before catching them and putting them into the coral for the night.
I slept on the floor of the cook shack that night and it was a most welcome spot as it was toasty warm with the fire going. The cook laughed and called it 'the lunch box' as there we were sleeping with all the food where last year the grizzly had ripped off the back wall to find a midnight snack. It was finally time for bed and I was so happy to rest my tired and sore body with now a rash developing on my butt. The cook slept in the back corner with his rifle. He heard a few noises poking around and swore he would blow a hole right in that ol grizzly if he tried to get in. I sure did not want to get up and go outside for a pee that night but I had to go with my flashlight in hand and my full moon hanging out at the side of the cookhouse.
Morning came early once again with the job oaf a cook making sure coffee was on, the fire going and breakfast started so the hunters could get off to an early start. We tacked up, packed up and were off again. The cook sent three delicious cookies with me which I savoured along the way. After all our conversations about fears of bears and hardships along the trail he gave me a white opal wrapped in a paper towel for good luck. I was happy we met. It gave me a sense of comfort.