Eight Mile Lake

We have camped several times near the Eight Mile Lake trailhead, but have never ventured up it. Curious what the lake looked like and how the trail might be we decided to take it. We figured Eight Mile Lake was most likely an eight mile hike, we set out late in the day up the trail. We encountered beautiful wildflowers and as much as I loathe any amount of stopping while heading up a trail, I could not help myself from capturing all the beauty. We timed our hike just right, so the majority of people we saw were heading out just as we headed in.

One of my favorite things to do while hiking, is name and point out all the wildflowers to Cameron. He was very patient as I pointed out each and every hint of Fall I saw.

Indian Paintbrushes dotted the landscape. I rarely see this light pink variety, usually they are either red or a red-orange.

The reflective nature of lakes, makes for fun photographic moments.

I always attempt to capture the trailhead sign. Years from now it helps me remember where this particular series of photos was taken.

There is still plenty of devastation from a 1991 fire.

Eight Mile Lake.

The combination of clouds and lighting made for some great sepia photos.

I always like a flower tucked into my backpack while hiking. I suppose it is my way of maintaining my last shred of femininity while sweating, smelling and looking very unglamorous.

My favorite shot of the day. I am lucky to have such a willing and constant subject.

Together I am convinced we can do anything, I like to think of us as the daring duo.

We came across a whole family of what we think are wild pheasants. They are normally quick to run away when we walk by.

After our hike, we set up camp, ate dinner and watched the sky gradually turn from one shade of blue to pink, then purple. There is nothing I love more than spending an entire day outside, getting exercise and everywhere I look is worthy of a photograph.

What is your idea of a perfect day?