I drove to the hunting check station. Kill three birds with one stone. Maybe see wildlife on the 3.2 mile drive. Sit in an outhouse instead of squatting over a hole. Charge a camera battery.
Back to the campsite. Breakfast was a copy of Saturday's dinner. Brat and potato salad. Coffee instead of beer. Then, time for a bike ride. A few sprinkles fell as I was starting, so I went back to camp to put things I did not want to get wet in the tent.
As always, I stopped at Sharks Tooth Spring
Back in the yak at 10:24
11:29. I planned to head back at 11:30, or the next animal photo. Really.