There were so many beaver ponds along the way that I lost count, though I remembered each one from our previous hike in May. The trail took us around the edge of yet another beaver pond and the dogs had a merry time sniffing and tasting and investigating:
Seamus veered off into the forest and I captured this photo of him standing beside a tree. I thought he looked noble and adorable, but then I know him. I can easily imagine how another hiker might feel if he saw that black hulk hurtling toward him on a hiking trail. That's one of the reasons I put a colorful bandanna on him, to increase his "friendly" look. That and so no hunter might mistake him for a bear:
We continued on along the shore of the beaver pond:
The trail took us up and down hills, around beaver ponds and big rocks:
And the dogs found each new environment a great place in which to explore and play:
We crossed over wet spots:
And I felt happy in spite of my sprained ankle:
I thought I remembered that Moon Lake was just atop that hill and I was anxious to catch up with the dogs and see for myself:
There was water, but not Moon Lake:
And then, after more hiking, we arrived at Moon Lake, with the directional signs nailed to the White Pines which pointed to the right for Wolf Lake and to the left for Huckleberry Lake. Last spring, you may recall seeing a photo of a field of Pink Ladyslippers in bloom at the foot of that tree:
The Ladyslippers were gone, but there were lots of seeds. There should be even more of them next spring:
Seamus had a frightening brush with heat stroke here last May and we had to turn back without ever seeing Wolf Lake. But this time we were going for it in spite of my sprained ankle. We continued on the trail around the end of Moon Lake and which would take us to Wolf lake, but I'll post about that tomorrow:
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