While Rob and I are contemplating our fate, we notice that a bunch of small trout are starting to rise at the bottom end of the pool we're parked in. So, we catch a bunch of these little fellas on ant and midge dries. We could have farted around with the doinkers for hours, but there did not seem to be any decent fish amongst the youngsters, so we decided to drift back to McKinnon's, put the boat on the trailer, and then walk n' wade for the rest of the day. As serendipitous fate would have it, though, a shuttle van was just dropping off as we pulled in, and they were able to shuttle our vehicle to Legacy Island, some 3 and a half hours downstream. We had thought about phoning a shuttle service, but our cellphones didn't get any reception at the bottom of the river valley.