Or so we thought. We thought once we reached this saddle we would be at the outlet of Lake 10,813 and we would follow it up to the western shore of the lake to find a campsite. Nope. We crested the saddle to find a deep gully we had to descend on boulders and up the other side. Steve and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, but Norah was delighted to boulder hop.