|Dog above Jewett Lake|
I had already climbed up the North Imnaha Divide, not seeing another soul as the trail wrapped around magnificent tawny and gold vistas, the North Fork Imnaha River glinting far below. This part of the mountain range sees few visitors. It feels ancient and wild. I passed a small wildfire, smoldering in some trees, and stopped to call it in. A small spring, the only water for miles, glittered across the endless flat. It is a magical place.
|Tenderfoot Pass, not a soul in sight|
|Dog on horizon|
|Dog in water|
|Bonny Lakes, why do you make it so hard to leave?|