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McGee Creek Lodge, where Kathy and I stayed the night before the trip.
Morning light over the canyon we would ascend, with the pack station in the shade..
Wranger at McGee Creek Lodge.
The pack station dog, part Great Pyrenees, was quite friendly.
Our mules wait for our gear.
We begin our trek.
We enter a forest, taking us out of the dry terrain at the bottom of the canyon.
Kathy deals with some water flowing over the trail.
We made our first stream crossing.
There was an early autumn show of color.
Aspen leaves.
Beaver lodge.
Aspen trunk chewed by a beaver.
Second stream crossing.
Narrow bridge.
Mountain Asters along the trail.
Flowers along the creek.
Flowers along McGee Creek.
Kathy
A Columbine and an aphid.
The view from our lunch stop.
Checking the map at lunch.
Packers pass by us as we have lunch.
The lead packer.
There goes the ice cream.
Mules on the dusty trail.
A Yosemite Tree Toad isnt happy with my cameras lens.
We are close to our camp.
Our gear was unloaded before we arrived.
Ron looks for a good campsite.
Kathy relaxes before we set up our tent.
Ranger Mike Rodman paid us a visit.
The mules packed in ice cream on dry ice.
Ice cream with toppings were a fitting reward for our long hike.
Afternoon light from our tent.
Kathy, our kitchen and tent, which we set up on a rock pedestal, the next morning.
My breakfast: a pork chop with dried cranberries and raisins.
The next day, some of us hike for a view above the lake.
Big McGee Lake.
Pano view of Big McGee Lake.
Kathy at the lake, a giant rock fall beyond.
A close look at Mountain Gentian.
Sunlight shines through black glass – obsidian.
Obsidian flake left by Native Americans a long time ago.
Grasshopper in camo mode.
Karen with a Kindle.
A chipmunk surveys its kingdom.
Flowers near camp.
Tarn near camp.
The lake early in the morning.
Heading up to McGee Pass & Red Slate Mountain.
Little McGee Lake.
Stan above Little McGee Lake.
Red Slate Mountain comes into view.
The trail over red slate rock, with John somewhere next to Waldo - uh, where IS Waldo?
One of several switchbacks as we head toward the pass.
The view down the canyon.
Stan.
Jim.
Dave.
Stella and the group.
Iceberg in a high lake.
Karen relaxes on the trail.
Closing in on the pass and the mountain.
Looking down from the pass.
Red Slate Mountain - so close, so far.
Shootout between Ron and John.
Looking west off the pass (with two hikers far below).
Ron begins the ascent of Red Slate Mountain.
Bob and the rest of the group.
Sky Pilot
Making good time.
Bob and a twisted geography.
Bob looking at Mt. Baldwin.
John with Red and White Mountain in the distance
Bob and Ron below the steeper section of the climb.
Looking from the steep ridge to the north east. (The lakes: - Constance, the large ake at the bottom - Lake Wit-So-Nah-Pah, the small lake above Constance - Big Horn Lake, above Wit-So-Nah-Pah (appears to part of the large lake, above) - Lake Dorothy, the large, upper lake - Mildred Lake, the little lake to the right of Dorothy - Bright Dot (upper right of photo) The large, red mountain on the upper right, above Bright Dot Lake, is Mount Morrison, while I believe the large white and red peak above Lake Dorothy is Bloody Mountain.)
Pointing out landmarks.
Looking down on a glacial cirque.
Pushing through the steep terrain.
Ron finds the climb leveling out.
Approaching the summit.
A pano looking southeast, our group in the center.
Sandy and Peter enjoy their summit photo.
Jim on top of Red Slate Mountain.
John signs the summit register.
Yours truly. What a great climb.
Informal summit photograph.
Official summit group portrait.
Stella, with Debbie photographing the great chasm.
Beginning the descent, with Red and White Mountain in the background.
A snow bank holds on until the return of winter.
Another view down.
Strangely thin rock was clustered on the ridge.
The colors of the mountain.
Ron looks out over the tortured landscape.
Jim is the last person on McGee Pass.
Wynette drops down the trail.
Looking back the at the mountain wed ascended.
Jim and Debbie approach Little McGee Lake.
Debbie and Stella at Little McGee Lake.
Debbie photographs alpine columbine.
Skeletal remains.
Larkspur caught our attention.
An old tree.
Indian Paintbrush.
Wild onion and Painbrush.
A patch of Monkey Flowers.
Pano of Big McGee Lake.
My tent.
Wine with dinner.
Our tent.
Quesadilla Night!
Making a quesadilla.
An alpine tarn near camp.
Reflection of Mt Crocker.
Janets campsite.
Alpinglow over the mountains to the east.
Sunlight washes over our tent in the morning.
Breakfast.
Deciding the days route.
Kathy, Janet and I hiked up above the lake.
Cascades above Kathy and Janet.
Shadow of Ranger Buttons on granite.
An unnamed peak above Big McGee Lake.
Plants and a tarn above Big McGee Lake.
Looking back up the trail.
An ant joins our picnic above the lake.
Mountain Asters near camp.
In late afternoon I went for a walk.
Ascending the rock fall south of camp, I enjoyed a great view north (pano shot). (Our camp sits invisibly in the trees on the lower right hand portion of the image.)
I reached Crocker Lake.
Closer view of Red Slate Mountain.
Algae in the stream near our campsite.
Our tent clings limpet-like to its rock platform.
Preparing dinner: Indian cuisine from Trader Joes.
We enjoyed wonderful pot-luck dinners.
Bob enjoyed a quesadilla the night after Quesadilla Night (there was a lot of food).
Stan flips his own quesadilla, with Stella and Bob beyond him.
The pot luck dinner table.
John
Stan
Ron
Jim
My Sierra Club Mule Pack patch.
Janet
Early morning light over an alpine tarn.
Wynette, Jim and John, our leaders.
Jim and Wynette
Stella makes a photograph looking back toward our campsite.
Surveying the way back.
Wynette, Karen and the pack train.
The mules pass us going toward our camp to pick up our gear.
The receding mule pack.
Another columbine.
Cascade
A tired dog.
Janet in a grove of aspens that changed color in our absence.
John and the mountains.
John heads down the trail.
Descending through desert-like terrain.
End of the trail.
We say goodbye to the packers.

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