Tuesday :

Woke up to rain and fog - again. Got dressed and were both headed up to the peaks. We made good time and I kept my hopes up that the weather would break. By the time we reached goat country my hopes faded fast. The fog was so thick that we got turned around in the peaks and lost our sense of direction. Johnnie had to use his GPS a couple of times to get the correct direction since the Iron in the Cliffs was throwing off our compass.'

At one point the fog lifted just enough for me to see about 150 yards and I made out a nanny and kid feeding below us. The rain and horizontal drizzle was biting cold against my face. Luckily I had brought along wool clothes and good rain gear.

Johnnie and I found a cliff which sheltered us from the wind and driving rain. We settled in for a quick and uncomfortable lunch before resuming our wandering around aimlessly in the fog. By 3PM it was time to admit that this incredible hunt had finally ended.

We moved on down the steep mountain back to camp 2. The fog never lifted above 2000 feet. Back at camp the two of us enjoyed a raging fire and our last freeze dried meal. Tomorrow morning we would head out to base camp and hopefully the weather would be good enough for us to fly out on time.