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A challenge in the snow, Anderson Lake wore us out.

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We're trying to grasp those last few days of Fall while dreaming of the skiing to come. So on his first venture up the East Fork, Craig and I headed for Anderson Lake.

It was a gorgeous morning, although the water in Lake Fork was a little higher than it had been, and that made rock hopping a little tricky and somewhat perilous. But all went well.

Not so much crossing the East Fork. I watched Craig successfully tip toe across the partially-submerged rocks, knowing they were slippery. On the longest step, my foot went our from under me and I landed with a splash on my tail bone. Yep, I got wounded on the buttOCKS. Pretty darn undignified for someone my age.

But after removing my soggy gloves and hat, we pressed on. Still early and being a little unnerved I didn't hold quite still for this photo of the pups.

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It's a really nice trail, and the folks who run the IMTUF 100-mile backcountry footrace clear it every year. Trailhead

Dakota wants to enter so she can be a racer.

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Ruby would rather be a model.

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I've always called this 'Spanish moss.' Julie says it's 'elk lichen.' I doubt that either of us is correct.

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We hit our first little spot of snow at about 6100'. Not long after that it was continuous.

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And then it got deeper. Heavy, soggy, wet, and cold. And lots of work postholing and breaking trail.

Note to self: time to start packing snowshoes.

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Off to the right, there's Boulder Mountain. Our lake sits right beneath, so we're getting close. Sort of. Trailhead
Looking to the east, there's the ridge that separates the South Fork from the Middle Fork. I explained to Craig that if we were in the bottom, we'd be heading (slowly) toward Malony Lake. A little light bulb went off. Trailhead

Up high, we were wading through 14 to 18" of white pudding.

And then we were at Anderson.

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Despite exhortations to the contrary, Dakota went swimming. Trailhead

Ruby remembered her training from Uncle Dave.

We bundled up and then sat and had lunch. I asked Craig if he had the time, to which he responded 11:40. Moments later it started sprinkling on the lake, fulfilling the NOAA forecast of rain at noon.

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Between NOAA and the threatening skies, it was time to head down. Trailhead

One last shot before I stow the camera.
That's Black Lee Peak on the left, with Pot Peak in the center. Beaverdam has it's summit stuck up into the clouds on the right.
And Ruby patiently waiting for her slow Dad on the far right.

On our return, with an abundance of caution I succesfully made it across the East Fork. But it was Craig's turn; he slipped off a rock, avoiding falling all the way in like me, but still filling both his boots. They probably needed a wash anyway. And walking a mile with boots full of water always leaves your feet so clean and shiny!

For a map of this hike, check out the links at the top of the page.

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