We picked up camped at the top of Boulder Basin with an unreal Idaho sunrise, then started working our way back down the same technical trail that gave us trouble on the way up. This time I was in a way better head space, so I slowed everything down, chose a smarter line, and crawled it out “smooth like butter” on a couple sections that had me winching the day before. When we got to the major obstacle, we tried to do it the right way—stacking rocks to fill the ruts so that center rock wouldn’t tag driveshafts or diffs. Even with rock stacking and Maxtrax ramps, the trail still bit back. Right after that obstacle, I spotted it: “Houston, we have a problem”—my rear diff was leaking. The cover corner had gotten peeled back, so we hammered it back into place, limped down the mountain at about 3–4 mph, and pulled off on a flat spot to do a proper top-off once we could get fluid. After Richard ran into town for gear oil, I cleaned the diff with degreaser so I could actually see if it was still leaking, topped it off, and we were sealed up with no drips. From there we pushed on to an early camp (3 p.m., which is basically unheard of for us), caught an Idaho sunset, and tried another scenic trail the next morning—only to get stopped by a tight tree that the topper wouldn’t clear. Sometimes the smart call is backing out and saving the rig.