Queens River Loop August 2019 - Day 7

On this, our second to last day on the trail, we had another longish hike. But we did get to go downhill almost the entire way, so that made it a bit easier. The numerous trees across the trail made it harder though. 

We saw one other group camping not too far down the Queens River. They looked to have brought out a table and only one of them saw us, since the one sitting at the table couldn't hear our approach over the roar of the river. We didn't see any other people that day. 

Ambrose is ready to get going after our stretches. 

We got back onto the trail without any problems.

There continued to be trees across the trail - these weren't too bad.

And I kept playing with the digital microscope settings on my camera with all the flowers.

Another log to detour.

A small stream, easily hoppable.

We had to cross the Queens River. 

But the water was low enough that we were able to rock hop across.

I love the purple on this flower.

We're almost in the sun.

But the canyon walls kept the sun from us for a while longer  yet.

The digital microscope didn't do so well on this unripe huckleberry.

Purple Monkey Flower!

I'm not sure what these are.

Oh, yay, some cut logs.

Heading down the canyon in the sunlight.

There was an avalanche.

There were some traces of folks having come through here, but no good path through yet. Lots of scrambling and climbing.

And the section went on for a bit.

But then we were in the clear, heading to the bend in the river.

More digital microscope.

Different gorgeous purple flowers.

Getting close to Nanny Creek.

More flowers.

And a shot of fireweed.

Well, at least some of these logs are cut.

And more logs where we crossed the river near Nanny Creek. I just walked through in my shoes. 

Almost to the secret camping spot.

I had to do a little picking up so the flat spot would be free of branches, but the spot did just fine with the tri-plex tent.

There was time before the sun went down to get my shoes mostly dry. There were a good number of flies about, so we spent a lot of time in the tent, even when the sun was still shining on it and making it a little more than comfortably warm (for me, that is, I think Ambrose was warmer).