By one-thirty I had camp squared away, and I started an uneventful hike back to the trailhead. Uneventful apart from the fact that unknown to me, a tree removed my hunter orange beanie, so I had to backtrack a quarter mile to find it. More miles (or half-miles if you prefer) under my belt. I decided not to stop for lunch, and just after four I was at the Pole Hollow cairn, and by four-forty I was back at the car.
