Someone told me that I live in an interesting place...the middle of nowhere backing nowhere and leading off into nowhere. Therefore I felt obliged to share some of this wilderness with the world. Today I took Angus and Olive and set off across Pyper Lake to find the line fence some old pioneer (maybe Joe) put in and follow it into Joe's Lake. I have been on a quest to find a riding trail into it all last summer but was never able to find a way to get across the boggy ground that seems to go on forever up the valley at the end of Pyper. I can walk across on the beaver damn and catch the old trail going from the deserted cabin on the far side of the lake but I have not found a safe way across for the horses.
Regardless I thought I would make a winter trek in and have lunch with the dogs and return on the same trail.
On the way over to the landing we happened upon the area where the moose have been rubbing off their hair in anticipation for spring, which thanks to global warming, is upon us as we speak. I couldn't even see the pier so I could cut up to the line fence...ah...the lake has gone down so much this year it is at an angle and the plank across it going up, rather than over!
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