Monday, July 13, 2009

LOCH LEVEN JULY 12, 2009

Polly, Cindy and I had just spent a wild weekend with our friends at a cabin near Donner Lake. I can't go into any detail because you know they say "what happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin". All I can say was a good time was had by all and we were ready for a good workout. This is Cindy's second hike with us, a couple more hikes and she will no longer be considered a guest. She will become a member of the "best day ever gang", however, it will take a while longer before she is given decision making power.









Our hike today was Loch Leven and yes, it is my favorite hike. Loch Leven is located right off 80 about 20 minutes west of Donner Lake. It is a seven and a half mile hike and takes you to three beautiful lakes.










Loch Leven offers a little bit of everything. The hike begins in very rocky terrain.






















But quickly turns to this lush greenery.

















Before you know it you are headed into what feels like a rain forest.





















The only problem with allowing Cindy to join the best day ever gang is she never gets dirty. That makes the rest of us look bad.


















Cindy got to experience natures obstacle course.


















Unfortunately I tripped over a rock. As I hit the ground I felt a rib pop and for a brief moment thought we would be calling for that Ranger Rescue. Luckily that was not necessary. No worries, there was no permanent damage, but we were forced to cut the hike short and didn't make it to the upper lake to our favorite lunch spot.



















Since we were so close to the middle lake, we settled and ate lunch there before heading back to the car.















Somehow this doesn't look like we settled?















A nice swim in the lake would really make this a best day ever.

2 comments:

  1. You're not even go to mention your battle wounds? Just that the rock won????? Credit where credit is due!

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Polly, my sister, and I began hiking about five years ago. We immediately fell in love with the whole outdoor experience.  Spending  the day away from the worries of the world is like taking a mini vacation. Money cannot buy therapy like this.One day as we were hiking we were making fun of KaRyn, Polly's daughter.  She had called Polly two weekends in a row describing how she had just had her "best day ever." As we were laughing and trying to figure out how each day was her best day ever it occurred to us that she might be on to something.  Each day should be your best day ever.  And that is how we began to think of our Saturday hikes,  the "best day ever" with the exception of Mt. Rawlston, but that is a story for another day.