|Brian amidst the Heather|
Spent second day trying to find the trail into our favorite lakes in B.C. but it had been devastated by a wildfire a few years back. We did manage to find the sign that forbade entry into the U.S. but other than short bits of trail spent 5.9 miles bushwhacking and climbing through thick timber and brush. We did finally find a trail above timberline, but it only took us to the cliffs overlooking the lakes on the far west side of the Mt. Armstrong massif.
|So close and yet so far.|
Not to be deterred, I went to the streams dropping into Horseshoe Basin and managed to find eight cutthroats in the first few holes of one dropping fast into the basin. Then found 11 more in the one meandering at the trail junction. Then found three more on the return to the first creek. All this while the boys cooked dinner.
Did I say that I love being a scoutmaster?