Many years ago, when I was about 12, I saw a travel log about a place called Saddlebag Lake. I was enchanted by its rugged beauty but I felt I was unlikely to ever see it in person. Little did I know that someday it would be practically at my back door.
It is about 25 miles from our cabin by car, much closer if I had wings. When our son Mark came to visit in early August he suggested that we cross the lake on the Water Taxi and hike around Twenty Lakes Basin. I'm always ready for this trail though not quite as excited as this spaniel who was also going on the boat. The sign said "no wet dogs allowed". Well, you can't keep a spaniel out of the water but no one objected.
There are few glaciers remaining in the Sierra and Conness here in the distance is one of them. It is rapidly being reduced to a snowfield. We didn't hike to the lake below it this trip but the last time we were there it had the tell tail turquoise color of a glacier fed lake. These boulders, called erratics,were left by the glacier
long ago when it filled the basin.
What trees there are here are small, there's little shade to be found.
Here the granite reigns.
Lovely meadows flow with small streams and are strewn with wildflowers.
Sometimes the flowers cling to a bit of soil in the stream.
We stopped often to take pictures and enjoy the landscape. Then we checked our watches and realized the time was short to make our appointed time for the return trip. The last mile and a half were done with no stopping for pictures and this old lady pushed to her limit. We made it, though. I didn't want that extra mile walk to the far side of the lake.
Saddlebag Lake is a few miles off the Tioga Road just east of Yosemite National Park.
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