Such were the thoughts running through my head as I ventured alone through the Caples Creek area. I began my journey early in the morning, starting west of Caples Lake and North of Silver Lake, hiking most of the day and taking in a large chunk of beautiful, wild country. I hiked up then down a steep ridge, dropping down into Caples Creek, then followed the creek down to where it merges with the Silver Fork of the American River (which forms the majority of water in the South Fork of the American River) and then I ventured up the Silver Fork for a ways and eventually back to where I started, completing a large loop. Along the way, I passed through dark forests of Douglas fir, Jeffrey and lodgepole pines, and passed through meadows colored with Indian paintbrush, lupine, daisies, and balsam rue. I saw the tracks of a black bear, and several tracks of mule deer. It's the kind of country I would love to someday hunt. And fish.