We had spent much of the day mystified at exactly where we were. But on this spot, George and I were in agreement. A left followed by a right and the trip was history. Wind ripping but for a change, was at our back except for the stretch right before Big Eddy. Guess you could have more gear, but it certainly would not fit in a single vehicle. George/Matthew ran the three hour shuttle while Duncan and I de-rigged and read BLM posters.