Lake Bagging

Strawberry Lake

Off to a secret but not so secret lake.  My first time at this lake.  We got caught in one heck of a hail storm while were were on an exposed ledge.  I got soaked from the waist down as I had only packed a rain coat.  A freak lightening and thunder and hail storm was not in the forecast.

This pretty little lake could easily be loved to death so I won't reveal the location.  A combination of too many braggarts and the internet are ruining many places that were only known to locals.   The Vance Creek Bridge is one example.   Some people are more concerned with their egos than anything else.  These people should stay in the city and join a track team or a pickle ball league or something.  Leave the mountains for those of us who actually care about them.

 And yes, I do know that loggers love the woods and the mountains.  I'm not talking about loggers or anglers  here, I'm talking about people who put on track suits and then brag that they found all the secret spots and boost their egos by providing track logs to them.  They don't care about the secret spots or how fragile they are, they only care about bragging.

Sadly people have chosen to place two grave markers at this lake.  I disapprove.  If every person who ever died had a grave marker in the wilderness there would be no wilderness left.

Philontis moss with sporophytes

Polytrichum moss with sporophytes

Jacob's shooting star flowers

Fontinalis aquatic moss

reflections and stripes