We set out on foot. It was cool, but not cold. Our backpacks had more camera gear than food and clothes. It seemed as though we lost the path; it was flooded and the trail disappeared. We noticed beaver chews on the smaller trees and branches. With shoes removed and pants rolled up, we waded through a marshy thicket for what seemed like too long, carefully avoiding sharp rocks and branches. Finally we met up with a trail; unsure of where it would lead, at least we were out of the flooded beaver dam. As dusk set in, we found our way to another lean-to and set up our tents. We never saw the beavers.