Leonie, Gina, and I split off from the rest of the group and left Top Forks Hut in the morning. It was a bit overcast as we headed down the river towards Kerin Forks Hut. We hid inside once we arrived and tried to avoid the sand flies, but each time the door was opened they would eagerly fly in.
After a hot chocolate energy-refuel we had a stomach-level river crossing of the Wilkin and continued on to Siberia Hut. It was cold and wet by the time we arrived so the hut with smoke rising from the chimney was a welcome sight.
Above: Leonie risking her bare legs outside Kerin Forks Hut.