Moraine Lake had no lakeside trail, but there was a rocky hill at the end of the lake, and since I could see people at the top enjoying the view. I decided to scramble up to join them, climbing over and around boulders in full view of more sedentary lake visitors at the bottom. In view of the number of people at the top, I was surprised that I appeared to be the only one actually climbing. It wasn’t until I got to the summit, and peered over a neat stone wall to see families and neatly dressed couples without a speck of dust on their designer jackets that I realised that the correct route up was a manicured path on the far side leading up directly from the car park.
I clambered over the wall from the “wrong side”, taking some of the other visitors by surprise, and did my best to merge inconspicuously among the other folk enjoying the view, including this couple who had clambered a short way down the hill.
I decided that I had better descend as a matter of urgency when. I realised that @shepherdmanswife was at the bottom with a wide variety of photo-opportunities, whereas her collection of camera lenses was high up on the hill, in my backpack. The winding gravel path down was less arduous than my scramble up, and I quickly found @shepherdmanswife. Apparently there had been a minor grumble that I had wandered off with her lenses, but I wasn’t actually in trouble. She was clearly in holiday mood.
funny narrative, you sound like my husband, he calls himself my Sherpa because he carries the lenses :) The colour of these glacier lakes is so amazing it is hard to stop taking pictures!
FAV