That’s Lava Lake, an hour’s drive from my house, and a mere three-mile hike up. I had a campsite at the base of that spit. Wonderful water, fine rocks for warming up afterwards, but no internet access.
Here’s the view from the spit itself:
I have to apologize for the quality of these photos; neither I nor my computer program can match the quality of the subject. I intend to work on both.
These are Montana huckleberries. Such profusion is rare; two or three berries per bush is far more common, so the trick is finding a big patch of bearing bushes. I collected enough for one cobbler and one jar of jam.
It’s tempting to blame it all on husband Steve’s brothers, who visited for a week and who aren’t here to defend themselves, but that would be false, since they left over a week ago. However, since they got me out hiking for the first time this summer, and our hikes that week started me on a roll, I think I will blame them after all. Or thank them, because I really didn’t think my arthritic knees, which have been officially declared a cartilage-free zone, would put up with this sort of activity, but they’re better after each hike. The overnight—actual back-packing!—was a warm-up for a four-day trip up to another stunning lake, Pine Creek, which is a tougher five-mile hike up, including some traverses through high mountain meadows full of wild flowers. I’ll bring back some photos.