The final day of our trip was fairly uneventful compared to the others. We departed camp and began our seven and- a- half mile hike back to the trail head. The two remotely exiting events occurred a good way down the trail, the first of which involved the llamas arch enemy: horses. The llamas became tense when they saw the awful creatures, yet when the dogs accompanying them began barking and running at the llamas, things began to get a little crazy. After much yelling of "Call your dog!," and "They're gonna get bear sprayed!," and "Hey! They've never seen llamas before!," the hell hounds were called off. The pleasant hike continued for a little longer, before the more uneventful adventure came upon us. This was simply some passing horse packers informing us of the close proximity of a bear. After some cautious walking, we were out of the danger zone and after a few more hours were down at the trail head. We were then informed that we were the only group to ever find a lost llama without the assistance of an airplane, and that the other group that had been out the same time as we were had also lost a llama, although he had been recovered as well. We sorted the gear into piles according to family, and drove back to Jackson, where we enjoyed showers, not having to dig a hole when one is in need of the bathroom, and warm beds.
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