Vernon Lake was idyllic. Wooded. Quiet. But we noticed more people on the trail like a Boy
Scout troop out of Nampa (good kids we kept running into along the trail. Not so isolated but relatively alone compared to California trails. One pair of bikers were headed in theopposite 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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