The morning started with a five hour hike that was stopped at the threat of a downpour that never really materialized into anything more than a drizzle. Unfortunately this was enough to ruin most of the the normally abundant supply of firewood, but fortunately I was along side a fire builder skilled enough to make Bear Grylls piss himself, and not just because he was trapped in a desert and needed to keep his core temperature down.
The rain held off for most the afternoon and evening, which allowed us to spend the remaining part of the day fly-fishing and holding a shooting competition in which the loser had to take a pull from the flask of Jameson after each round. Whoever said drinking and firearms don't mix is full of crap, I think guns and whiskey make a great combination.
Of course no 4th was complete with blowing some stuff up, so as the fire was being built I began work on a mini teepee filled with m-80's and small pine cones. 
Needless to say the M-80's won the Battle of the Beartooth Wilderness. 
As the sun dropped behind the Rockies the sky opened up and forced us into our tents to prepare for our final ascent to Bridge Lake and a meal that wasn't made up a some combination of canned foods. Or so we thought.
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