Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wolf Lake Loop Trail, Part 4

Seamus seemed to be having a case of heat stroke or an allergic reaction to the deer flies, or something. I'd gotten him cooled off twice, once in Moon Lake and once in Huckleberry Lake. Then I let him rest and recuperate for awhile before we resumed walking:

Huckleberry Lake was so exquisite that I couldn't imagine it wasn't flooded with tourists. But it's in a wild forest and requires a hike in and out, so I suppose most folks won't go to all that effort - especially in deer fly season (which is pretty much all summer long):

The eastern shore of Huckleberry Lake was contained by a wall of rock, and just on the other side of that rock was yet another beaver marsh. The trail wound back and forth between the two bodies of water:

I kept Seamus on a leash as we continued along the shore of Huckleberry Lake. There were no more access points to the water, though, as the trail was high up on the wall of rock:

But the views were magnificent.

I wasn't taking many photos, just walking slowly along with Seamus on a leash:

We arrived at a lean-to with water access just as a couple of folks in a canoe were leaving. I explained what I was doing, took everything out of my pockets and walked Seamus right down into the water until it covered everything but his head. I don't think he liked it much, but it did him a world of good. When we came out, Seamus and I lay down to dry out and Daphne bounced around, still having fun:

Seamus seemed much revived as we continued on our way along the shore of Huckleberry Lake toward the trail head. Nevertheless, I kept him on a leash lest he take another tumble down one of those rocky cliffs:

When the trail veered away from the lake I stopped for one farewell shot:

I then allowed Seamus off his leash. He was doing pretty well by then, but you can tell in this photo that he was still a little unsteady:

We passed more beaver marshes:

And Clover looked so tiny in that big forest. The daylight just ahead of her was a trail head. It wasn't our trail head, though. We had to walk another third of a mile on a dirt lane to get to our parked car:

The last third of a mile was a breeze, and both Seamus and I were overjoyed to rest our weary bones in a comfortable, carpeted car with air conditioning and windows to keep out the deer flies. I'd love to hike this again some day, but will only do it in the spring or the autumn when the temperatures are cooler and the deer flies are absent. Seamus, by the way, went on a diet immediately following this hike and is doing well and looking much thinner:

1 comment:

  1. Very pretty lake shots! So glad Seamus is OK. Those deer flies are awful. I had such a bad experience with them in southern NJ once that I won't hike there in the summer any more. I had a Doberman Pinscher at the time and all I did was swat deer flies off of his face the entire hike. I had even globbed OFF lotion on top of his head and it did nothing. Afterwards his face was a bloody, swollen mess from all of the bites. Nasty little buggers!