Campsite inventories and obliterations at Crown Lake. I'm sitting on Franky, Coco is carrying the tools, and Lisa is carrying some bear-resistant boxes. Coco likes to lean on the rope, which I did not enjoy at the time, but now I am amazed at and thankful for how strong my lats are after a summer of dragging her around.
Crown Lake from the overlook, Wishon's best view:
Our campsite, near the overlook:
On the last work day before we rode out, I felt the beginning of a cold, so I stayed in camp and rested. It was a good decision - the rest of the crew found a boy scout toilet to obliterate that day. I was not sad to miss that. I have the best luck when it comes to boy scout toilets, there are thousands, nay, millions of them scattered throughout the Sierra National Forest, and I always manage to just miss being there when they need to be obliterated. The last night, we burned the toilet and roasted marshmallows. Below, Franky and I are both very disciplined about hydrating:
Trooper and Franky taking their morning nap:
Piglet and Leon:
Red Mountain Basin is gorgeous, but the trail up there is steep and unforgiving, which you can tell from the place names up there: Hell for Sure pass, Devil's Punchbowl, Disappointment Lake. Below is beautiful, and entirely un-disappointing, Disappointment Lake:
Sunset from our campsite near Mount Henry:
Why why why would you carry a boarding pass this far? Unfortunately this special person burned his or her name, otherwise I would have sent it back to him/her with a request to please obliterate his/her fire ring in the future and pack out half-burned trash.
Self portrait with a tiny blue sliver of Devil's Punchbow in the upper left side of the picture:
You can't really tell from the picture, but this granite was so slick and steep it made my toes curl. Thank goodness Franky knows what to do:
On our last morning, frost in the meadow while we took down the fence and dispersed the piles of horse and mule poo:
