Later, I walked back to the junction with the PCT. A bridge over Bridge Creek was located there, but this was one I wouldn’t be crossing until tomorrow. Instead, I went underneath the bridge to collect and filter water.
While I was there, I saw the couple who was hurrying to catch the Stehekin bus. They admitted when they reached the bridge they realized there wasn’t enough time to make it. I offered them a spot in our campsite, but they declined, saying they wanted to get closer to the bus stop for the first bus in the morning.
I wasn’t sure how they were going to do that and camp legally in the national park, but again, I wished them well.