Back before Marc and Katy came to visit, Pat and I took a little trip to Hidden Lake. We headed out a bit late, on a whim, but took our chances and our canoe out. It was rather late when we arrived. We had a fairly long trek to canoe, so we parked the car where we thought we could (later finding a note indicating where we were supposed to park), and began our paddling. It was a lovely evening, so our rapid paddling took us relatively quickly to the island where we hoped to camp. We took the first campsite we came upon. It wasn't too bad really!
The next day, we decided to hike around and take in the views. We camped near a cliff, which we climbed, much to my protestations since I despise steep descents. The climb did have some spectacular views, and I found myself thankful for the "encouragement" of my husband to push me beyond my comfort zones.
Our camp from above:
Looking back from where we came. It was a really lovely lake with rock cliffs and smooth waters (that day).
Upon our investigation of the island, we discovered multiple other camping sites as well as this fabulous swing! Since we both get motion sick, we didn't go too high, and we didn't feel like testing one of the lifeless branches that held the top ropes!
As the summer wanes, my flowers are in full bloom! I'm loving the color flush!