We stopped for a picnic, at which point the group would split, with some going back to the cabins and some going on to base camp.

 
 

After a great lunch, we take pictures, say some goodbyes, and prepare to head out.

 

The views became even more magnificent as we headed up the valley. Click on the picture to enlarge.

 
As we rounded a bend Spencer felt he had to make me uncomfortable.  

 

At this water crossing, we had to use a knotted rope to get down to the water. Steve heads down while Misha, our guide, holds backup.

 
Misha holds tighter as Brad heads down with his pack.

 

This was the view up the valley opposite the river crossing. Paul promised us that our base camp location was just right up the valley, under the waterfall (almost as one would say "right up the street"). 

 
Eventually we could see said waterfall. Kirsten points it out and notes how small it looks in the distance....

 

After a while we could hear the water, but it still seemed a long way up. Up is the operative word.

 
Quite some time later, the top of the valley didn't seem much closer. The Freemans rest to contemplate.

 

Encouraged by the Freemans, Farid too began to contemplate.

 
Steve marches on and wonders how much farther it could possibly be.

 

Kirsten, trailed by the Freemans and other slackers, nears our destination.

 
Ian was first to arrive - we would make camp just over the rise over his right shoulder.

 

Misha, who had taken a horse-friendly water crossing, arrived next.

 
Brad was glad to get there too. In the center of the photo you can see Spencer and I waaay in the distance. 

 

Base camp is a wonderful thing.

 

 

 

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