This hike was pure perfection; trailing behind my two favorite guys as we climbed a rocky path, a misting of rain, and that magical air as summer gives way to fall. We rested a few moments at Lonesome Lake, surrounded by mountains and afternoon light, then scrambled back to our campsite to beat the rain.
It was one of those simple outings where everyone was just content and grateful to be together in a beautiful place. It doesn't happen as often as it should, but this is a memory that I'll hold onto.
Spending the rest of the night dealing with the pouring rain at our campsite did not fall into that pure perfection category... but hey, you can't win 'em all!