Heather and I love this isolated lake and are very protective of it. If you decide to visit and enjoy the beauty, tranquility and natural wonder please don't be a complete ass and ruin it with your litter and lack of etiquette. Pack out your trash and be respectful of others and the land...
There is no real defined trail so be ready to bushwhack and boulder a little.
Every time we come over the ridge to this view, the tension of life leaks away.
Ok, the water was freezing balls. Not at all warm but we got used to it, kind of, and just enjoyed ourselves
Yes, Heather, decided beer would be ok in a hike for miles in 90+ degree weather. She…was...wrong.
Notice, she is trying to keep her piss hot beer cold in the lake? But that face!
I decided to add some additional sunscreen and had to go back up over the ridge, I was surprised how small she looked floating in the lake.
Last time we were here, these rocks were not submerged but jutting out several feet above the surface creating a fun island.
Heather and I are actually back-paddling to a snow melt waterfall on the opposite side of the lake. I felt it was colder the closer we got to the run-off.
Aannnnd snow melt waterfall. This was only for a photo op because the water was colder over here.
Cold or not, Heather and I will make it fun and spent some time in this area chatting and enjoying the views.
Heather and I choose to be happy. Its not hard because we put ourselves in the best possible position to feel that way. You should too.
Bob I the marmot lives on Island Lake, which was an earlier adventure. We think this is his brother.
Sun is setting and we are enjoying the cool breeze and each others company on the vast desolation.
Typical, I injured myself deep in the Desolation Wilderness and had to hike out. On our way back, I slid down an embankment into the river feet first and a submerged branch impaled my leg. Hurt like crazy but we had the first aid stuffs needed and wrapped it tight and hiked down to Tahoe.
