The patched hole on my sleeping pad, it was a fairly sharp and large rock that shifted and poked a 1" gash... Now I need to buy a repair patch from thermorest.
The view for my morning Java Juice, can't really beat it.
Dicentra above Waptus Lake.
Looking up stream at the Waptus River, I had to stop and fish for a little while.
The clothes hanging off of my pack on the hang line after doing my laundry.
After about a mile or so we crossed one of the last creeks until we started to climb up to Deep Lake. The water got filled and the feet got taped. I was starting to get a faint blister beneath a really heavy callous. So I wrapped them to help reduce the rubbing for the climb to the lake.After awhile we hit the climb and kept on trucking till the trail started to open up a little and we were greeted with some great views of the surrounding ridges and Cathedral Rock. After some more switchbacks we finally crested out and were meandering towards the lake.

We crossed a creek and hit the junction to camp. Here we saw 3 matching 2 person Kelty tents... Suspecting it was actually the group we saw that was all matchy matchy on Escondido Ridge we pressed on. About here was a sign that said something about extremely fragile meadows and fragile area beyond this sign, No Stock or Horses beyond this point... So what do we see a couple feet after the sign... A group of horse packers with their horses tied off along a narrow trail adjacent to the fragile meadow. The one foot wide path was now 6 to 7 feet wide and all the shrubbery was destroyed... It's these types of people that are the 10% that will wreak it for the rest of the horse packers. We setup camp a lady who was solo hiking this section. ROCK ON! She had a bivouac set up along side the lake! We chatted with her for a bit before she sat down and read a book for a long while. I started to do some fishing on a rock, where I had to ask the guy nearby, who was just camped out in his sleeping bag near the rock, if it was alright if I fished there. I didn't catch anything, especially since all the fish were a rising a good 60 to 100 feet out and I didn't have enough room for that much of a backcast. So I headed back to camp after another lost fly to the bushes and made dinner.The last creek crossing before camp, note the mosquito head netting...

Dicentra's Rainbow tent, my fishing pole, our neighbor and you can barely see my bivy next to my pack and water bladder.
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