Outdoor Adventures with Ancient Brit
PCT 2002 - August 17th
Day 116: Saturday 17th August Diamond View Lake – Bobby Lake
I had been hoping for dramatic photographs of Diamond Peak across Diamond View
Lake in the dawn stillness, but unfortunately the view was hidden by smoke.
The first objective of the day was Shelter Cove Resort, where we would rejoin the
PCT. Approaching the resort I met “Fancy” camping in the woods with her mother and
sister. She was having a couple of days off with them and surprisingly “Flutterby” had
gone on ahead on her own. When we arrived at the resort in mid-morning, Peter and Ed
were already there, having spent the night at the resort campsite, and were about to
make a late start. They had decided they would have to give up at the Washington
border and come back to complete the route next year, so that Peter could get back to
school. Despite the fact that “Rogue” had an 8-day supply at the store, which he needed
to whittle down to 5 days for the section to Ollalie, he bought a big box of chocolate-
coated do-nuts. Fortunately he needed a lot of help in eating them. I picked up my
supply bag and added a few extra supplies from “Rogue”s surplus before heading up the
hill. “Rogue” decided he needed a layover at the resort so I would be back on my own
again.
I met a couple of aging fishermen at Lower Rosary Lake. They were carrying an
inflatable boat and paddles on their packs, as well as fishing rods, so they could fish the
middle of the lake. I stopped at the rocky Middle Rosary Lake for a late lunch where
there was a spot where I was able to dive into the water off a fallen tree trunk.
The wind got up in the afternoon and it kept the temperature comfortable for the
easy climb up to the ridge before the trail dropped down to Bobby Lake, where I
camped. “Loon” turned up as it was getting dark. He had started from Campo on May
1st and hiked to Donner Pass. He had then bypassed Northern California so he could
hike the section from Ashland with his son, Sanders. Sanders had arrived a few
minutes earlier and gone on round the lake to find a campsite. I discovered how “Loon”
got his trail name when he tried to locate his son by making a loud yodelling call,
sounding just like a Black-throated Diver, known to Americans as the Common Loon.
Day 116: 16.6 miles 6.56 hours Camp: Bobby Lake
I had been hoping for dramatic photographs of Diamond Peak across Diamond View
Lake in the dawn stillness, but unfortunately the view was hidden by smoke.
The first objective of the day was Shelter Cove Resort, where we would rejoin the
PCT. Approaching the resort I met “Fancy” camping in the woods with her mother and
sister. She was having a couple of days off with them and surprisingly “Flutterby” had
gone on ahead on her own. When we arrived at the resort in mid-morning, Peter and Ed
were already there, having spent the night at the resort campsite, and were about to
make a late start. They had decided they would have to give up at the Washington
border and come back to complete the route next year, so that Peter could get back to
school. Despite the fact that “Rogue” had an 8-day supply at the store, which he needed
to whittle down to 5 days for the section to Ollalie, he bought a big box of chocolate-
coated do-nuts. Fortunately he needed a lot of help in eating them. I picked up my
supply bag and added a few extra supplies from “Rogue”s surplus before heading up the
hill. “Rogue” decided he needed a layover at the resort so I would be back on my own
again.
I met a couple of aging fishermen at Lower Rosary Lake. They were carrying an
inflatable boat and paddles on their packs, as well as fishing rods, so they could fish the
middle of the lake. I stopped at the rocky Middle Rosary Lake for a late lunch where
there was a spot where I was able to dive into the water off a fallen tree trunk.
The wind got up in the afternoon and it kept the temperature comfortable for the
easy climb up to the ridge before the trail dropped down to Bobby Lake, where I
camped. “Loon” turned up as it was getting dark. He had started from Campo on May
1st and hiked to Donner Pass. He had then bypassed Northern California so he could
hike the section from Ashland with his son, Sanders. Sanders had arrived a few
minutes earlier and gone on round the lake to find a campsite. I discovered how “Loon”
got his trail name when he tried to locate his son by making a loud yodelling call,
sounding just like a Black-throated Diver, known to Americans as the Common Loon.
Day 116: 16.6 miles 6.56 hours Camp: Bobby Lake
Shelter Cove Store
Litter notice
Middle Rosary Lake
Loon
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Ancient Brit at
Middle Rosary Lake
Middle Rosary Lake