Looking upriver from our campsite at Sycamore Canyon. Bryan hauled out the abandoned Challenger while Mark and I provided garbage duty for the person who left 2 weeks trash at the mouth of the canyon. The odd design of the Challenger seemed to ensure water would easily flow from either end into the non-bailing cockpit. My only hike of the trip was up Sycamore where I stumbled onto this cache. In the middle of social hour, this large Coatamundi made an appearance to complain about our presence. Even with the liner, it was a cold night sleeping in the boat.