Robert Frost had two trails in a yellow wood to choose from — up here there are no trails, and I think it makes the experience even better. The weather was again sunny and dry today, and I took advantage by spending ten hours out roaming around Wonder Lake. Started out up a high ridge above the lake and spent tons of time roaming through the tundra, eating wild blueberries, and investigating the many kettle ponds — at a particularly nice pond I settled down in the moss for a nap, and when I woke up felt so relaxed that I immediately took another. By the afternoon it had warmed up so much that I was in just a t-shirt whenever there was enough breeze to keep the insects at bay. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by signs of moose, grizzly and wolves, but only when I crossed the park road at the north end of the lake did I see or hear any other people. When coming back along the east side of the lake I stuck close to the water, and was moseying along until a thunderstorm snuck up behind me. After that I set a new speed record for tundra traversal as I put it into high gear back to my camping spot, beating the storm by less than ten minutes. I’m physically worn out, but it has been a thoroughly relaxing and enjoyable day.
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell