Hiking up and back in time to some lakes I haven't visited in about 20 years, it was a lake and flower extravaganza. Calypso Cascades, Finch Lake and Pear Lake were just the start of the fun. Finch gave us the perfect early morning reflection in a still lake. Pear Lake brought Copeland towering to the north and glimmers of the upper gorge. The faint trail that headed up to the next lakes threaded its way through waist high chiming bells. Meadows of columbine speckled the grassy areas.
Lower Hutcheson was surrounded by a meadown of paintbrush. We skirted Middle Hutcheson to the north so that we could stay high and away from the krumholz. Crossing the stream, and another few rocks we reached Upper Hutcheson. And then we scrambled on to the prize of Cony Lake, nestled between Copeland and Ogallala.
Cony Lake is an open high country lake. The mountains surround, but the bowl in which it sits is large.
Our group at Cony Lake - Theresa, Bob, Morgan with Muneca, Annie with Geoffrey, Rich and Maggie.
Coming down, we got to see each of the lakes from another angle. Middle Hutcheson lies on the last bench before descending back into the trees.
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