Why No Map?
Between the Yoran and the Peak
Dude, where's my glasses?
We came to the tunnel and found a dirt road going up the general direction we thought we were supposed to be going. But the book didn't say anything about a dirt path in the beginning of it. I was looking at the book now. After some confusion we figured out we were going backwards. We agreed not back-tracking was the best option and it's just as easy to follow a path backwards as forwards.
Once we started on the trail, it became apparent it was going to be a beautiful one. About every 2/3 of a mile you came across a pond or a lake. Almost all of them were picturesque, some clear as in the first quarter inch as the twenty foot depth, others a brilliant emerald green. Some had a nasty skim over the top that completely covered.
We were both enjoying ourselves immensely. It was a cool, crisp morning and it was everything you want a hike to be and rarely is. But...blisters struck early. Waiting and dodging around corners, biding their time until it was auspiscious to strike our ankles. The bastids. They hit us simultaneously, Linda getting the worst of it.
We got them in the first couple miles. Our boots are just old. They need to go the way of Old 'Yeller. And we knew that after the hike.
The lakes and ponds and their frequency really kept the hike moving at a great pace. We knew when we got to Lil's Lake we had to do a little bush-wacking. But at least we thought we would be able to see the trail. There was no trail. We looked. Four times! No trail.
We spent a nice time on the cliffs, sunning ourselves. We ate a small snack and decided to get going. We knew it was this lake we had to go around and at the back end would be a trail going around the horn of the lake. I had seen a trail over on the other side of the lake. We headed down the lake bushwacking through huckleberries and logs mostly.
After about 3/4 of a mile, Linda realized she had left her sunglasses...somewhere. I jogged back to Lil's lake and did a fruitless search before jogging back to where we were currently lost. I again looked for the trail. No trail. The guidebook was beginning to suck.
