We parked near the end of FR 245 (County Road 1126) and ascended a nameless draw to the bench that divides Little Colorado River's main and South Fork drainages. Walking south to Hay Lake, I punctured my leg crossing a fence and bled like the proverbial stuck pig for several minutes (no photo available). Bleeding stanched, we proceded east to the South Fork and wandered down stream a mile or so until the canyon narrowed and sides became quite steep. We climbed out to the west and investigated young aspen groves where we had discovered abundant mushrooms last September. What a difference a year makes. We saw a young elk with deformed antlers but no other hikers.