Here it is – we camped up just behind that swimming rock in the distance, pitched our tent, put food on the bear wire and got straight back on the trail towards that sawtooth ridge in the not-so-far distance.
It was another slog up through trees but then an incredible payoff. A hidden alpine valley just shaking off the last of the winter’s snow.
The wildflowers were in full bloom, streams were bouncing down the slopes and the buzz of bees was everywhere.
But this is far as we would get – still too snowy, and too much chance of losing the trail or getting caught in a ‘slushalanche’
Back to Flapjack for a *very* brief dip in its glacial waters and then some well-deserved basking on the lakeside rocks. Bonus – no mosquitoes!
Here’s our camp. A nice secluded spot near the lake.
And to round the evening off, pasta a la Mark (nasty dried tortellini with a home-made sun-dried tomato and mushroom sauce).
And just one more picture from the long walk down the next morning : a splendidly gratuitous slow-shutter waterfall shot.
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