From the camper’s backdoor, the trio set off on an 8 mile hike into what the rangers called “Bear-dense country”. A steep up-trek through grassy glades and conifers revealed a series of ponds framed in gneiss cliffs, and led to some great fishing!
Just down from camp is Beartooth Butte, as seen through the willows.
Denver leads the way.
Crane Lake, at 10k’. Fish were jumping onto the hook, I swear.
This nameless water-pocket gave up a couple brookies.
With Rebecca on the shores of Beauty Lake, you can see how it got its name.
The forest at times got cloistered and kinda bear-y.
Outstanding in his field.
Island Lake meant boondocking through the thicket, bear-calling every few seconds, with Denver jingling his doggy bell. We hiked the few road miles over Beartooth Pass in wind and rain, but the “Top of the World” general store on the way supplied a very nice cup of cider!