After calling in this spot for an hour or so, Tim and I aren’t to keen on staying put, so we convince Craig to grab the horses, move to another glassing point and call some more. This produces the same luck as the last spot. As it approaches 3pm, we now have to load up and ride back towards camp. We arrive back in camp just before dark, but not without a bit of excitement as we all get a pretty good bath crossing the river. This time our horses were swimming and we were doing everything we could to keep our feet above water. Other than that excitement, the ride back is a somber one, but the views are always great.