Thanks to Paula for driving us up the big eroded hill in her trusty Mercedes independent wheel drive. Norma, Sally and Paula getting ready to don packs.
Two young men were picking blueberries when we passed and were kind enough to take a photo. Kari, Sally, Paula, Norma. Mine is the only external frame pack. That's why it looks so big.
This was our fifth try taking a selfie with all four of us and the Trout Lake sign. Believe it or not, this one was the best of the lot. We kept saying we needed our grandchildren to coach.
Approaching our destination.
Desert the first night.
Crossing Juneau creek our second day on the way to Juneau Lake. A day trip when we hoped to find blueberries.
The view sitting on the shore of Juneau Lake eating our lunch.
Blueberry picking right from the trail.
Paula looks for the best ones.
There were enough for all of us.
On a winter day, when I have these blueberries on my cereal, I'll remember the sunny day when I picked them.
These young men were passing through when we were gathering wood. We needed help pushing the dead trees over. They gave us a hand and then carried the wood to the cabin.
They even broke it up for us and filled the wood box. We gave them all the rest of our s'more makings as a thank you.
Norma is making instant chocolate pudding in a Ziploc. This involves a song and little dance for two minutes.
A peaceful evening. The photo is taken from the front porch of the cabin.
The cabin is clean, the windows are washed, the wood box is full and we prepare to head out.
There were so MANY blueberries we took our packs off and started picking. All four of us could sit in individual spots and pick without moving anything but our hands.
Norma filling her bag.
Sally always wants to pick more. It was a great trip and we came back with heavy packs full of berries.