There is nothing quite like getting out on the trail before 6 AM. The sun is only just over the horizon, the color slowly starts to materialize, the air is still.
After viewing Nymph we arrived at Dream Lake. Hallett and the buttresses of Flattop towered in the distance.
A snowshoe hare darted across the trail, but calmly settled down to munching the grass. While his hind legs are still white, the rest of his fur has become his summer camouflage.
Muneca and friends at Bear Lake
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