Friday morning we luxuriate in a leisurely morning in camp.
Mark scares the fish for a while, and Dorothy paints in the meadow.
Easy to see why the creek is named "Granite Creek."
Granite is one of the indicators for gold in the area.
The road must be access road 1035. We rest and snack, then retrace our steps for a lovely day hike that totals 8 miles. Coming in from this access point would provide another way to reach Granite Meadow in only 4 miles.
The cabins are always intriguing to us. This one looks like it sees current use; the roof is sound. Perhaps someone maintains it for summer or hunting season use? Access it from the road by horse? It is across the river (and down a steep slope) from our trail, so we just look and take photos. It appears to be empty today, and it is definitely within the wilderness boundary.
(I even worry a little about encountering a group…what if they are on horseback, with guns, and there are more of them than us? Will we have to relinquish our beautiful meadow campsite??)
But all is calm and undisturbed when we return to camp, and we enjoy another beautiful afternoon and evening of solitude in Granite Meadow.
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