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I’m not sure if Lee Otatso Kennedy was a hiker, seeing that I just made him up, but if he was he would’ve liked this route.

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There were a few questions about the line, namely if it’d be possible to drop down into the Otatso drainage and how bad the bushwacking would be once down there.

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The route down was just good, with talus, scree, scralus, and two loose yet solidly glued rock bands.  Barely class 3.  The bushwacking almost didn’t exist.  A natural path down some tundra led right to a game trail which, with a few crawls through krummholz excepted, led right around the waterfall to the “ruins” on the NatGeo map.

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The bomber game trail continued through the willows and all the way to the foot of Slide Lake.

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I call this one pinch me ridge.

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Same spot, looking 90 degrees right into Canada.

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Never having been buy in spring, I’d not seen Dawn Mist Falls living up to it’s name: everything within 100 yards was soaked with spray.

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I had stuff to get back to, so rolled out of camp a little before 6 and did some miles pre-breakfast.  I had burnt a few too many matches on the descents the day before and could tell that my dead legs wouldn’t be having it later on.

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As usual, nothing to do but keep walking, go home, rest the feet, and get ready to do it again soon.