Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Travelogue: Part Eight, Moving On.

After a lazy morning I have camp packed and I'm on the move.

There are many small un-named lakes along the way.

Down on the main trail heading towards Tully Hole.

A stop to refill my water containers

from the base of a musical waterfall.

During the steep climb towards my destination the weather suddenly changes with the sounds of thunder echoing between the mountains.

Arriving at my destination I quickly set up my tent and climb in as

rain starts to fall...,

and then hail!!

Oh boy! I'm at a remote lake high in the Sierra that doesn't have a trail to it. Could this be the start of winter? Am I a Donner Party of one?

Huddled in my tent I hear a group of coyotes start singing!

Stay tuned!


  1. Well, heck! You lived to tell the tale. Kind'a kills the suspense. Nice to know your thought processes though. What a lovely blue in that first lake with no name!