The trail was steep and challenging.
Lots of areas of landslide rocks and patches of snow.
One path we followed for a ways was very wet. As we got up closer we found it was actually a little snow-melt stream that had been diverted from continuing a straight path down by the trail. Many of the horses stopped to get a drink here.
Once again, I wasn't sure how Tess could even see the trail sometimes and felt very sorry for the horses having to pick their way through the rocks.
As we got near the top of the tree line I got a pleasant surprise - LARCH TREES! I had discovered an usual type of pine tree at our cottage in northern Michigan many years ago. After taking pictures and talking with the DNR, I found out they were larch trees - fairly unusual for Michigan and generally only seen at higher elevations. Well, we sure were high at this point - about 8000 feet elevation! Larch trees loose their needles in the winter - this the carpet of red needles on the path.
Of course, the view just got more amazing as we got higher.
Tess got up ahead of us at this point - Pierre was leading for a change!
We started running out of trees and encountering more snow.
Jill and Sara - Jill's younger daughter.
And then Tess made the call that we couldn't go any further but we we were only about 400 feet from the top and it was a great spot to see forever.
Madison and Samantha on their trusty steeds.
This snow was still about 6 inches deep. At the end of June....
Being up this high and looking down was magical.
This panoramic shot barely does it justice. We did have a few snow flurries while we were up here but not even enough to get us damp.
And then we went back down. Sometime riding along these rock strewn paths going down was scarier than going up!
This was fairly near our little Halfway Lodge up on the ridge. The lodge was down near the bottom to the left.
And then we crossed the river back up to the lodge. Since we hadn't made it to the top of Allenby Pass, we came back to have our sandwiches and then head back out for another short trip.
The sky was still fairly dark but there were starting to be breaks in the clouds.
We rode out to the ranger's cabin nestled deep in a valley.
We crossed the stream again - the clarity of the water, every time we crossed through, always amazed me. I probably took 20 pictures of water.
In honor of the great country of Canada!
The cabin was all locked up since the ranger wasn't there but it looked freshly painted!
And then the sun popped out for a few minutes turning these mountain tops pure white!
Another fabulous day. I think we managed to stay up until almost 10!
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