So you search for logs, but these can be a blessing or a curse. The movement of the water beneath can cause you to freeze in terror. The logs can slope upwards, or, worse, down. Or, like this one across the West Fork of the Wallowa, can turn icy from frost and high water.
Still, I was determined. There's something about being one of the first to see the lakes emerge from winter that I love. Horseshoe Lake was in my sights, a mere three mile climb from Six Mile Meadow, and only this log stood in my way. Plus, there was a wilderness ranger camped nearby, who also intended to do the hike. Old ladies had to represent!
|My camp/river crossing shoes. I know, Crocs! I avoided them for years, but I have to say, now I get it.|
Daaarn. Though it was a Smartwater bottle that I had re-used many times (these bottles are great for backpacking. They are lightweight and fit well in pockets), I hate the thought of littering. But what could I do? Going after it meant certain death. I crawled on, reaching safety with a sigh of relief.
The lake itself was shrouded in white and it took a little route-finding to stay on the snow-covered trail. It was worth it, despite the log that awaited me on my return. The wilderness ranger was still at camp! Ha ha! The old ladies rule once more!