|Heading out: ears and mules ears|
|Culbertson lake, standing weird (what is with my posture?!)|
|small meadow filled with tiny white flowers|
|Sawmille lake, NOT an accessible mile away!|
We were wrong. There are not many photos of this because it got seriously nasty. We were following ribbons, but no trail. picking through rocks and brush. Finally, we gave up when the trail became a boulder steambed with trees fallen across it. We had already asked our horses to do a lot of work. This was dangerous with loose boulders and no end in sight. We turned around and headed back up the hill to a nice picnic spot.
|then the trail became this, we decided not to risk it|
|another lunch break, Major trying to guilt me into sharing sandwich|
|a refreshing break at Rock Lake|
|huge aspen on the meadow edge|
|fallen tree to ride under|
|snow bent "angel's wing" tree|
|the hard life, with mash|
|Lovely creek, a bit shallow for swimming, but it felt great|
Both horses did get a bit buddy sour, Friday worse than Major. They also made a great game of tromping all their poo into the dirt, making us pick up poo, dirt and rocks with every shovel. The dirt was reduced to a fine dust that got absolutely everywhere. I was never clean, but that is what camping is for.
For all the lovely views, I'm not sure if I would take the horse for a multi-night here again. But the first loop we did, now that was worth it all.
|raven conversation "When are the interlopers leaving?"|