There were beautiful waterfalls made from small snowfield runoffs, and amazing views of the mountain as we climbed. Once we made it to the ridge, we worked our way down into a gorgeous meadow filled with wild flowers, snow and a wide stream. Our trail disappeared and we crossed where we could with helpful rocks.
Our final goal was a set of alpine lakes that should have filled our valley. We found the trail and kept hiking until it was clear we had gone too far. We looked at our map and decided to just bushwhack through the snow fields in the direction we knew the lakes to be. About 10 minutes later we found one. We are pretty sure it was Scout Lake be we are not 100% on that. We stopped and ate lunch. Bobbi and I each took our turns splashing in the cold water and then we relaxed and dried out the rest of our gear in beautiful sunshine. We debated putting up camp, but seeing that we wanted to leave early the next day and the bugs would be atrocious at the lake, we decided we should move on.
We made our way to the Pacific Crest Trail and followed it for a bit. We lost the trail and at that moment, a woman looking for the trail going the other way appeared, and then a gentleman following us also appeared. We all hiked around the snow looking for old footprints. The trail was finally located and we each went our separate ways. The woman we found was leaving notes and signs of the trail for people following her, so it was easy to make it through the rest of the snow. We ran into a few other groups of hikers and had another creek crossing. We finally found a nice campsite and decided to make camp. As the sun went down the bugs came out in swarms and attacked any exposed skin. Marie and I had packed light and only brought a tent footprint and a rain fly. This left the bottom of our tent open to the elements, mainly MOSQUITOES!!! As we hung our food and brushed our teeth we started to see lightening light up the sky. We covered most everything we had and went to bed.
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