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!
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!
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