Where the spirit leads the feet will follow.
Down distant paths for unmapped miles.
Heads forget but hearts remember:
The art of living knows no bounds.

"The best journeys answer questions that in the beginning you didn't even think to ask." - Jeff Johnson, 180 Degrees South

"The best way out is always through" - Robert Frost

Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

Monday, July 25, 2011

* Trinity Alps Backpacking

July 21 - 24
A four days, three nights trip up the Stuart Fork into the Trinity Alps Wilderness with Tom, Kevin and Patrick.


Preparing at the Bridge Camp Trailhead.

Patrick anxious to get going.

The Stuart Fork of the Trinity just up from the trailhead.

Looking into the wilderness.

Getting a bridge picture for the Capture California Game.

Patrick contemplating a lunch break at the Salt Creek crossing.

The peaks above Morris Meadow come into view.

Another bridge.

Crossing Morris Meadow where we ended up camping two nights.

Looking up from my tent sight.

Kevin filters water at camp.

I took a hike back into the meadow early on the second morning to watch the sun rise over the peaks.

Morris Meadow at sunrise.

We hiked up canyon on day two for an attempt at Morris lake.Wild flowers along the trail.

Granite above the rail on the way up to Emerald Lake.

Meadow below Sawtooth Ridge.

Looking up canyon at the Sawtooth Ridge.



A lot of waterfalls from the melting snow.

The old dam @ Emerald Lake.

Old mining equipment.


The wet side of the old dam.

Looking up into the cirque above Mirror lake.

Tom and Patrick off route above Emerald Lake. It took the a couple hours to get around/through this mess which cost us the climb up to Mirror Lake.


Old mining equipment below Sapphire lake.

Tom and Patrick still working on extracting themselves.

More waterfalls below Sapphire lake.

Looking past Sapphire lake to the Mirror Lake cirque.


Patrick and Kevin admiring Sapphire Lake.

Hiking back through Morris meadow on day three.

Tom and Patrick finding our location to identify the Alpine lake trail junction.

There it was.

The river was too high to cross...

So we spent night three camped in this beautiful spot.

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