Hey Bo, I'm glad you remembered the name of the forum - welcome! I'm glad to hear as well that those flies worked out so well for you. Did you fish that inlet through the grass? Did you guys take the other trail out, or did you go out the same way you came in?
It was actually nice to see a group of young people backpacking and having fun in the outdoors. I went on my first backpacking trip back in 1967, I was 10 years old and had camped plenty of times, but never backpacked. I had just joined a local boy scout troop and was almost not permitted to go since it was going to be a long trip and I hadn't done it before, but in the end they let me. We borrowed a backpack from the neighbor's son. It was a homemade frame of wood with clothesline rope for webbing to keep it off your back. There was a canvas boy scout pack lashed to it. We climbed a mountain in New Hampshire called Mt. Whiteface. I forget how many of us there were, but probably a similar number to your group (15-20?) Once we hit that mountaintop we spent all the rest of that day, much of the evening and part of the next before we hiked out running all over that place. We were shouting, screaming, jumping, climbing, chasing, yelling - it was a blast. There were two other small groups spending the night up there on that mountaintop as well and I still wonder to this day what they thought and I hope that they weren't too put out. That trip though was hugely important for me - a life changer really. Of all the sports that I do or have ever done, backpacking is the most important to me. There are others that I do more now (like fly fishing) but backpacking remains as the most significant in my life.
I write that much to let you know that while it may have sounded like I was grumbling a bit in my post about the encounter (Nightmare at Marmot Lake) about the 'wave after wave of kids' it really did gladden my heart to see all of you out in the backcountry enjoying yourselves. After my own formative experience as a young man I could never really complain about something like that, even if you had all been camping there the same weekend we were. I can't speak for those grey-haired curmudgeons I was camping with though.
I also passed on your thanks to my wife. She was happy to help out. I asked if she wanted me to make the call instead of another woman calling someone's wife she didn't know. But she said, no, no, no, she will understand. Glad to hear that it all worked out and that Ron didn't end up having to sleep on the couch!
Looking forward to your future posts - put up some pictures! Jon