Huckleberry Lake, Part 1

This was likely to have been our last hike of the season and so far it had been magnificent beyond anything I could have hoped. Even my sprained ankle was holding up fairly well. We'd already visited Moon Lake, Wolf Lake and then Moon Lake again. We were now on our way to Huckleberry Lake, the largest of the three. I remembered that it was hemmed in by large rocky outcroppings on one side and thought, as we climbed these rocks, that Huckleberry Lake would appear on the other side:

We found water, all right, yet it was not Huckleberry Lake but another of the numerous beaver ponds. Nevertheless, I knew that Huckleberry Lake was very close:

We dropped down a hill to the beaver pond:

And then waded through a flooded trail:

And finally caught our first glimpse of Huckleberry Lake:

We climbed up onto the rocky outcropping which formed the boundary of one side of the lake:

And followed the tail down to a lean-to at the water's edge:

Seamus went into the water and the other dogs took a drink. I rested briefly:

And then we climbed back up to the rocky ridge along the edge of the lake. That's where the trail was:

The lean-to looked picturesque and inviting down below us as we continued on our way:

The ridge trail was smooth and scenic, and the dogs ran and played:

The trail occasionally took us into the forest, but mostly we stayed on top of the ridge. But I'll post more tomorrow: