The last mile or two to Thunder Lake were rough. More mentally than physically, this is frustrating alone. Letting your mind win… Let’s just say, I was ready to get there.
There were quite a few campsites around Thunder Lake. I liked knowing that people hiked 6+ miles in here with all their gear. It would be a nice area to camp, absolutely. I don’t know too many people that would be willing to trek in though, unfortunately. When I first laid eyes on Thunder Lake I noticed how the surrounding areas of this lake were completely different than all the others I’ve been to so far. Grassland, damp, almost swampy in areas. Not rock. Everywhere else it was pretty much rock all the way around, which made it extremely easy to find a place right on the edge of the water. You could still get to the edge of Thunder Lake, but in most areas the grass was so wet you’d seep down 6”+. I found this little rock beach about 3’ long and 3’ wide for me rest on.
Shoes off. Socks following. The back of my shirt had a nicely sized pool of sweat along the lower back. It was over 90 degrees today, add a pack on top of that, and you’re back will be wet. I stepped into the water. So cold. So nice. Nice? I mean wonderful.
June 21st, 2012 – 12:11pm