We arrived at the trailhead just before 9am and, after our preparation ritual, we started out through the cool morning breeze for a five mile hike to Showers Lake (and, of course, a five mile hike back). The weather felt like an October morning in September.
The trail was instantly beautiful with interesting trees, boulders rising from the ground and song birds singing to greet the day. The morning light provided great views and shadows in the distance.
Because it’s the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT), the trail is very well maintained, but that also makes it popular - though most of the time people exhibited good trail etiquette.
The more we walked along the trail, the more I fell in love with the landscape and the scenery and the natural music of the mountains. I especially enjoyed the sound of the wind in the aspen leaves.
We saw several meadows in the distance with the subtle beginnings of changing leaves - I think I snapped about 25 photos of meadows alone. We also met three groups of overnight backpackers who had spent the night at the lake and sang the praises of its beauty.
It was another steep, uphill climb as we neared the lake, but we just toughed it out until we reached a plateau. I saw a sign that directed us to the left for Showers Lake, but the map told us to stay of the PCT, so we stayed on the PCT and quickly found ourselves facing the grand beauty of Showers Lake. I joked that maybe it was a different lake, but Sue assured me in no uncertain terms that it was the only lake in the vicinity.
We ate our sandwiches while sitting on a boulder and then made our way back.
On the return trip, we encountered quite a few hikers heading toward the lake. There are no bicycles allowed on the PCT, so we only encountered people on foot. There were the tell-tale signs of equestrians (who is supposed to clean up the horse manure?).
As promised, we stopped at the Miess family cabins and the sign told us that it was a historic site built int he late 19th century - 1878. They built a ranch which remained in their family until 1936.
Back on the PCT, I was again pleased to hear the music of the wind in the dead leaves - sounded like maracas and it put a smile on my face.
We saw more scenic views with different light as the day progressed.
And then, after another uphill climb, and the music of the aspen tree leaves, we were back in the parking lot and, after a friendly conversation with some bikers on a Harley, we made our exit.
An exceptional day in the mountains. We hiked 10.47 miles with an elevation gain of 1,424 feet.