An old cliche...the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. My feet don't know that one. Nor do Forest Service trails through the western mountains. Trails go wherever lumpy terrain dictates. And, if you're a hiker like me, it's easy to get sidetracked and go cross country in order to investigate some out of the way body of water. It's only a "few" extra miles.
So I bumped my way up the Boulder River road with the intention of hitting the trail and covering a few miles before dark. But, I was played out from work. And, it was still warm. Common sense prevailed. I camped at Hicks Park instead. Besides, I prefer to hike in the cool of morning.
Morning, true to form, I was much more chipper. I broke camp, packed my pack and drove to the Box Canyon trailhead. I was on the trail by 6:45 a.m. My itinerary over the next few days would take me through some scenic high country. Here then are some photos. Enjoy!
I made it to Pentad Lake…
So I bumped my way up the Boulder River road with the intention of hitting the trail and covering a few miles before dark. But, I was played out from work. And, it was still warm. Common sense prevailed. I camped at Hicks Park instead. Besides, I prefer to hike in the cool of morning.
Morning, true to form, I was much more chipper. I broke camp, packed my pack and drove to the Box Canyon trailhead. I was on the trail by 6:45 a.m. My itinerary over the next few days would take me through some scenic high country. Here then are some photos. Enjoy!
I made it to Pentad Lake…