Sometimes mornings are the hardest part of camping: prying yourself away from the cocooned warmth of your sleeping bag, putting on cold clothes, trying to make coffee as quickly as possible, digging your morning cat hole. Morning time in the Mint Hut was warm, dry, and peaceful.
Read MoreFrom the Mint hut we started up a trail, a well defined thin dirt line carving through bright green mountain grass. This was the way to the first of two lakes. Despite some serious digging I haven’t been able to figure out if this first lake has a name, so I will continue to call it the first lake.
Read MoreIt never gets old to take those final few steps, up and over an incline, that reveal an epic view. This was the second lake sitting at the base of the Mint Glacier, a snake of ice carving its way down the side of a moody looking rock peak.
Read MoreAs we stood by the lake at the base of the Mint Glacier, quiet rain drops began to fall, so discretly they were only noticeable on the surface of the lake. It was no great surprise, all morning the scent of pending rain lingered in the air, fresh and chilly.
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