No, not in the water. And not in the snow which temporarily closed two of the park entrances on August 31st either. No, I was waist deep in thimbleberries! I found the Yellowstone thimbleberry mother lode on a four mile after work hike tonight with a coworker and his roommate which I joined on the spur of the moment. I ate quite a few and the last one was simply thimbleberry perfection.
And the lake wasn't bad either after a heartpounding climb up a forested switchbacking trail. The surface was so flat and dark from the surrounding trees that you had to get close to even be sure there was water there. It was a beautifully silent place also, except for the persistent call of a solitary duck. Lily pads lined one side but they were past their prime.
Here is what's left of a petrified redwood, fenced in because two other trees had been removed bit by bit by visitors.
The people I was with had seen a bear cub zip up a nearby tree and a moose as well on a previous visit. We didn't see any bears or moose tonight, but there was a coyote in the area. Not a great shot at maximum zoom but a happy sight anyway.
A look back at the valley we'd hiked from lake to tree.
And a bit of the view up top.
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