After breaking camp we climbed gently southeast until stopping for lunch beside Virginia Lake. The calm water matched the bluebird sky, and magpies and nutcrackers flew between the scattered trees. Except for the singing of birds, the world was silent, the sun soaking into our tired muscles as we sat back against rocks and ate a skimpy lunch of nuts and dried fruit. As always, we stopped long before we were full, and I kicked myself for not packing more food.


Shortly after lunch we dropped more than a thousand feet, switchbacking down a steep slope into Tulley Hole, where Fish Creek spilled out of the high mountains to meander gently across a picturesque pocket of alpine meadow. Rugged peaks ringed the world around us, like some insurmountable fortress flanked with granite and scraps of ice.

Eventually we crossed the stream and climbed steeply towards Silver Pass. Near timberline we reached Squaw Lake, where we sat for a short time on sheets of smooth granite, the rock polished long ago by glaciers so large they were difficult for me to imagine. The lake sat peacefully in a glacial cirque, rimmed by white granite peaks. It was as picturesque a place as you could imagine, and I was tempted to make camp for the night, but I knew we needed to push on at least a little if we had any hope of making it to Lake Edison and Vermillion Valley Resort the next day. Salty bags of chips and cold bottles of beer waited there for us…
We climbed about a mile further and camped on a rugged patch of alpine tundra, just shy of Silver Pass. We cooked and ate beside a small pond as the sun set, mountain peaks in all directions coming to life with the sun’s last bits of pink and orange. Afterwards, the boys and I walked a short distance to Chief Lake and stood quietly on the shore watching fish come to the surface and cast ripples across the reflected mountains. Then we strolled to the lake’s outlet and hopped from rock to rock down the spritely creek, squatting here and there to watch fish in the still pools until it grew too dark to see much. Then we turned on our headlamps and walked slowly back to camp as the first stars emerged.

“This is cool being up here above the trees at night,” Kai said. “Way up in these mountains.”
I nodded and took a good look around. “It sure is.”
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J.S. Kapchinske is the author of Coyote Summer.
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