The elusive body (of water that is...)

Having seen just about every lake the valley had to offer, none of them satisfying our collective memory of our historic camp site, Jim and I scrambled up a faint trail over to an unnamed lake. We are pretty confident that this was indeed the lake of yesteryear, but we must have accessed it from another direction, because we could not see the exact spot where we had camped, though it seemed clear that there was a place that would have fit our memories nicely had we taken a different route over.

As satisfied as could be expected under the circumstances, we hiked out and enjoyed hospitality and good eats at Tom's Place before heading north and south on 395 to end the weekend.