Vernon Lake was idyllic. Wooded. Quiet. But we noticed more people on the trail like a Boy
opposite direction and they were kitted out with ice axes and picks. Must have been disappointing to carry that gear with little ice to be found.
I managed to perform a graceful face plant on an egg-shaped rock. Bryan got a hell of a good laugh at my expense. The dirt in my mouth resulted in a full mouth rinse since the trail was littered with pack animal shit.
Set up camp at 3:15 and ate in relative peace due to a cool breeze that kept the mosquitoes at bay. We dipped in the cool lake, fished to little success, checked out the area and hit the sack
by 9 p.m.
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