Tuesday, September 06, 2011 Because we had heard that the horse river is so low and so difficult to pass we decided to head back the same way we came through. Another factor contributing to this decision was those cliffs we spied on Boot on our way up. We had our target. We made boot by 12. We had been up at 530 every morning thus far and were all exhausted by the time we got there so one by one we flopped onto rocks using various campchairs, sweatshirts and tarps as our beds. We slept for an over an hour and awoke one by one each looking over at the cliffs across the way. It was time. We all paddled over and began to bob the water below our jump point. Much of the water below is only 5 or 6 feet but as boot is a dark lake you cant tell unless you get in so make sure you check THOUROUGLY before you jump any part of them. We found one spot with a perfect jump point where the water below was about 12 feet deep. I would prefer 20, but you can’t have everything in life. We jumped from a spot I judged to be about a 35 foot drop (pics included). Nothing like a high speed entry into some clean water to wash off 3 days of buildup on your body. After that we went back to the campsite and just enjoyed our last beautiful evening in the boundary waters. We did highs and lows of the trips. Needless to say lows were few and far between, but Highs were flowing like milk and honey in the promise land. One of my friends even stated “I cant wait till im a dad and I can take my kids here”: Mission accomplished.