River slowing and turning shallow, but had not been as bad as expected. Doran hugging the wall coming into Oljeto as most places would not allow a go of it. Within minutes of arriving, Mark nearly stepped on this beautiful rattler. The markings and color were superb. Spooked him enough that he gave up the best tent spot to moi. Since the winds did come up, turned out to not be a great decision for him. Tied up the boats, but before making camp we took a great last hike up the canyon. Just could not have gotten much better. End-of-trip-blues creeping in while on the hike.