A beautiful hike from Brainard Lake to Lake Isabelle today. A Friday. Because if that's what it's like on a Friday I don't want to think about what the weekend is like. But my growing discontent with the Front Range hordes is a post for another day.
Strummy and I got kind of an early start but not super early. Hit the trail at around 9:15. Don't try that on the weekend folks. This hike was a spur of the moment decision so I didn't have gear packed, crate in the car, etc. and it took a little while to hit the road once I made the decision. And it was a good decision.
The lake is awfully low (barely visible in this photo) considering all the moisture we've gotten.
Selfies at 10,910'.
I had Garmin with me so I finally know the elevation at the lake. Ish.
Poor dog. I sat his ass down to pose for pictures next to every patch of wildflowers I could find. He was such a good sport. Uncharacteristically so. I guess he's figured out the quickest way to get hiking again is to pose quickly and get it over with.
So many wildflowers.
One of these days I'll figure out how to photograph them to get the best effect. But not today. It was getting stormy and I don't like to be too high/exposed when a front is blowing in. I made it to the car no problem. I'm always amazed at the people starting their high country hikes at noon and going up into dark black clouds. Lightning is so dangerous and prevalent at high altitude. But there were asstons of them today and most summer days.
So beautiful but I didn't get an early enough start to go too high.
7 miles/3 hours of hiking and a 45 minute drive later and Strummer is throwing tennis balls at me while I try to do some reading for work. He is relentless, just like Mountain Champs.