Day 4: At least I didn't shit my pants; Part 3.

I limped up the hill to where the guys were waiting and we took some pictures of the newly revealed view. The afore mentioned cowboy drove his truck up the hill and shut it off in the middle of the road and got out. He proceeded to point out the mountains in the distance and told us about a crater in the distance that is larger than the one in Arizona that is much more famous. We parted again and continued on.
The cowboy was good to his word; the road was almost entirely downhill after the second cattle guard. We quickly arrived at the campground where there was supposed to be a water spigot to refill our bottles, only to find that the spigot rendered no water.
We continued the remaining 3.5 miles to the hut under the threat of rain. Luckily, the rain never materialized and we arrived at the Graham Ranch Hut much less wet than we had reached the Columbine hut the previous day.
The Graham Ranch was gorgeous. We unloaded our gear while dozens of horses pranced around a watering hole. More beautiful than the horses was the showerhouse down the hill from the hut. We each took our turn showering before dinner. It was glorious.Unfortunately, I had to make many trips to the bathroom as my colon was still spewing liquid hot magma. We decided to just have chicken soup and Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli for dinner and to proceed directly to bed as it had been a rough day for all of us.