I woke up early and snapped the shots seen on the previous post. There was frost on the ground when I woke up, and it had been the coldest night we'd ever experienced hiking. Andy stayed bundled in his sleeping bag.
Then we set off for a 8 mile hike to our next campsite. We started in the meadow, then entered the woods and had to ascend 2000 feet over 2 miles - so it was a pretty steep uphill. When we reached the top, I reached into my pocket to grab out a delicious snack of Craisins. With altitude changes, comes air pressure change, comes a blown up package of Craisins.
A view from the top. We still had further to climb to reach our peak elevation, but this was the trail junction.
About a half mile after the junction, we reached our peak elevation not only for the day but also for the entire trip - somewhere around 10,700.
Notes on my husband's appearance:
- Number one, Andy has a large head. He has broke 3 pairs of sunglasses this summer because of his Toby-sized noggin. He used ahtletic tape to put this pair back together, which broke on the trail the first day.
- Number two, the wind caused Andy's bandana to blow upwards.
- Number three, he's still trying to figure out how to smile for pictures.
- Number four, I love him.
We then walked along a ridge for a few miles to settle into our campsite, hidden in the trees next to the waterfalls of Fletcher Lake. I mean, the Knight's Inn in downtown Kalamazoo next to the liquor store was probably the best scenery I've slept by, but I guess this takes a close second.
The boys climbed up to the snow and threw snowballs at marmots. Because they're 10 years old like that.
I snuck out at sunset to snap some pics of the changing colors.
We laid out on the rocks and watched a few falling stars before the cold overcame us and we cozied back into the tents to rest up for the next day's hike.