|There is always a nice touch of light in the morning.|
|I always like the fact that I'm hiking in "the wilderness".|
|The sun just peaking through the trees is always a nice image for me.|
|Here is the sign you would see if you were coming from Maybird|
|The trail splits here. To get to Red Pine, you continue up the left|
side of the stream. If you cross the bridge, you'll end up in
|An old mine dump partially covered with snow.|
|There was quite a bit of ice, and quite a few people had left|
the trail to try and avoid it.
When I got to the lake, I sat there and ate some snacks, admiring the scenic beauty of the surrounding peaks. I looked over at the ridge that separated Red Pine from White Pine and knew that today wouldn't be the day that I'd duplicate that hike that I'd done with my dad, siblings, and friends in the early 1970s. The way up to the ridge was steeper and longer than I'd remembered it and it looked rather intimidating considering how tired my muscles felt after slipping and sliding on the icy trail.
|If you look closely in the middle of this pic you can see the two guys|
fishing. The prominent peak is Little Pfeifferhorn.
|Yours truly taking it all in.|
I ditched the stick when I felt I no longer needed it (you can see it lying across the trail in the Maybird fork picture above), and made my way down the rest of the trail. There were two more deer of which I caught fleeting glimpses, further up in the brush, when I left the trail for a minute.
|The rocks where my son Ben and I had stopped with my grandkids|
to eat lunch back in the summer.