Colombian Ground Squirrel
The trail system is well maintained.
Two brown creeper fledglings actually flew through my airspace to land on the runway of a tree to feed along its bark furrows.
Hey, there was even nesting geese at Goose Lake.
Typical Thunderstorms flirted with me throughout the afternoon.
It felt wonderful to be in this cooler weather again whose landscape was greener than green and acted as the canvas for millions of brush strokes of color in the form of flowers.
Even though there were no other people on the trail its self, you couldn't help but feel that you were close to civilization after having hiked through Nevada, southern Idaho, and then through the Frank Church and Selway Bitterroot Wildernesses. Its strange how relative the idea of being in remote place is.
I could hear and see people camping down at Heart Lake.
Hoodoo Pass was the gateway into the resupply town of Superior, Montana. However, I just waved at a few passing cars and continued on my way to Mullen.
I did fortuitously run into Kale, Greg, and Jeffrey who came up from Missoula to watch the Perseid Meteor Showers. They were actually able to check out a telescope from their local library. Ideas were shared and blended into being as if they were fancy party drinks.