Brewer Basin in Kings Canyon

Can't show too many pictures of Mt. Brewer! Another aspect of the ever changing moods of the mountain. This was our view from camp.

Back to the Camp

Our trip back was uneventful, and looking across the lake I could see no sign of our neighbors. It is weird, but I can almost always tell when a room or building is unoccupied. Its like something is not there or missing and I can feel a void. I could feel nothing across the lake. Before long we were back near camp, and sure enough our new neighbors had vanished. We theorized that somebody, probably the French-Canadian guy, had a fall and injury to the upper body. Somebody was hurt, not so bad off they could not walk, but bad enough they felt they had to leave immediately. We figured it was the Canadian because he seemed conscienctious and promised Dave more of the painkillers, and had he not been injured he would of left some pills for Dave. We found no pills, so guessed the Canadian was the accident victim. The injury had to the upper body because he obviously was able to travel. Just call me Dick Tracy.
Too bad too, because we had the spectacular sunset and alpen-glow they missed in the fog the previous night. And so we finished the day in our usual routine of cleaning up, eating, watching the sunset, reading, and finally retreating to the petite death of sound sleep.