Looking upstream into the Upper Napeequa Valley. It’s well after 21:00 on the evening of Day 4. Biting bugs still fly thick. I imagine black bears and a tribe of Sasquatch hanging out watching me. And smelling me, too! It is quiet. I am alone. The sound of the river relaxes me. I feel simultaneously at one with everything and also as an outsider, a visitor, intruder even. Hmm, an intruder into my own home. For I could live here except the winter avalanches and spring floods would kill me and food might be scarce mid-winter.