After finding a few drop in points we headed back to basecamp to get Erica and get the day started. We came back with the sun warming the area, noticing that our campsite was directly under a beehive. Grabbing our rods we headed out to leave those bees alone.
The banks were covered in willows and wading was made difficult with the rapids. Time passed without a single take and we decided that downstream section looked more promising. We left for it and found a good place to park and head to the water. As we fished this stretch Chul managed a bump or two and while making his way to the bank he slipped on some submerged willows. The rocks here are slick as snot and although this was smaller water it actually was harder wading. As I moved upstream I slipped backwards, submerging myself from head to toe. Falling on my ass, I frantically flopped my arms trying to right myself while looking for my dropped rod. I finally got myself upright and luckily my reel hooked on some willows preventing it from floating downstream. I got myself to the bank and dumped all my water from my vest. And squeezed all the water out of my shirt. Disappointing.
We returned to basecamp and I changed to my shirt before returning to the water at our camp site. We decided to fish the hole Erica missed a fish the day before. Chul made his way up first and I followed. As I was making my way to the head the riffles, I slipped again and drenched my last dry long sleeve shirt. I got up and made it to my hole drifted a few times and got hung up on a submerged boulder. I broke off my two nymphs and split shot. That was my cue to give up. I was in no mood to rerig. Chul missed a nice one before he gave up too. Disappointing.