My long hiking day up to Pawnee Pass, from the Isabelle Lake trailhead, actually began the night before. I felt inclined to get an early start so I could beat any unkind weather conditions, sure, but I also wanted this. The skies over the Rocky Mountains can be enchanted by the Sun at dusk, and the mountains just so much at dawn. I wanted to be sure I had the chance for both such enchantments. I was right about the first, as you can see in this photo. I had the lake to myself! There were people filling the campground across the lake from me, and one man playing classical guitar on a bench over that way (giving a sweet ambience), but no disturbances on the lake, no rowdy kids (young or old), and no other photographers around to add self-consciousness or competitiveness to the overall feeling of being there. I got lucky, and I enjoyed it until dark.
Heading out from the lake, I was lost in Zen non-thought until something caught the corner of my eye on the way to my car. Three somethings. Big somethings. With antlers. No more than 20 feet from me. Moose! There they were, just staring at me, one of them nonchalantly munching away on something. But with eyes certainly large and indicative of readiness. I stopped my walking, though it would be heading perpendicular to the direction they were facing, so I could make clear that I was a non-threat. I spoke softly, slow, and low – just nonsense, really – so they would get the sense that I was not confrontative, or perhaps as ready as they were. They loosened up a bit with some small movements, which cued me to carry on ever so gently to my car. I got there with a smile on my face, and thought about how I love the wildlife in this area before heading off to sleep. The next morning brought yet another smile to my face.
You know, you just can’t beat it when the sky on the horizon is totally clear at sunrise. Clear or cloudy, wherever you are will be a place ablaze. I like to use a Distance-to-Horizon calculator to find out just how far the horizon is from whatever it is I hope to be lit up, and then, the night before I get to that place, I check the weather forecast for whatever geospatial location the that horizon may be at where it intersects with the azimuth of the rising sun. I did just that before arriving here for this particular excursion. And wasn’t I rewarded! After enjoying the slow unveiling of mountain curves and verdant forest, I had my breakfast and Mount Hagen instant coffee (the best) and got under way. The first treat, just out of a break in treeline to a meadowy zone, is a view of Long Lake. It is indeed much longer than it seems in the picture below, but the only way to tell is by just how many pictures one can take on their way alongside it as they make their way higher. Wildflowers bedazzled the path.
Bridge to Rocky Mountain Paradise
I love this bridge! It is a simple thing – not long or wide or treacherous, even conferring of a view any different from that you take in just seconds before or after you cross it – but, has been placed just such that the view you do get while crossing it, and the feeling of being surrounded by Mountain Bluebells and fresh water, is re-energizing after the steep bit you hike up just before getting there. And you know once you get there, and see this, that you’re not far from Lake Isabelle! More wildflowers, and wildlife (!), greet you as you go.
So this is what you see as you climb higher on the Pawnee Pass trail option just before Lake Isabelle. I tantalized you with thoughts of that lake, didn’t I? Well just you wait, water lover. No, no, I said wait! Please? It’ll be worth your while. Okay, thank you. The mountains are just grand around here, and can’t be passed up! Most folks go to Isabelle and split, without really feeling out the grandeur of this region. It would be quite the challenging scramble up these ridges if one were pressed enough to top them; these are a home for goats and no one besides.
Isabelle Glacier from the Pawnee Pass Trail
To arrive at this location for sunrise and capture the essence in a photo would do it far more justice than that which I have provided here. The depth of this scene is complex, and the steepness of the cliff over which I stand here… well, steep steep. The interplay of hard light and dark shadow on any landscape is what makes it “pop” and seem unreal to its awed spectators. The most unassuming of places can become gorgeous, so to speak. This place is already that, and I promise to return and update this travel blog post when I’ve amplified that fact with better timing. But then, if you just go in person, you’ll know what I mean – the perfect photo isn’t necessary for this place to make you feel happily small.
These birds have the perfect camouflage! I almost stepped on this one, in fact, very near to Pawnee Pass, as I was meandering around and surveying the local geology a bit. Their adaptation to said geology is plain to see. And nothing nasty is going after them at this elevation, almost 12,000 feet up! Or is it? The idea makes you look around and wonder who’s stalking when you’re camped so high – IF you camp so high – when all is dark and you’re tipsy from that 5oz flask of bourbon you brought. You did bring the bourbon, didn’t you?
Coming back from the pass… the one at which I decided not to take any photographs aimed to the North or West (you honestly can’t get any great photos that way because of landscape obfuscation – but it IS beutiful!)… I had to capture this image. The Front Range plains can be seen through the humid atmosphere hugging the hillsides below. The color of the small feeder ponds on ever-dropping terrace levels is always eye candy. An entire day could be spent just trotting around this level of the mountain! Well…that should actually be apparent to you, at this point in my posting.
Unpredictably, a rather smallish friend on wing felt much the same! For all the winds that were on high here, I could not believe how resilient it was. It’s wings must have been fluttering just under two thousand beats per second most of the time, and I am not overestimating that: I was unsuccessfully trying shutter speeds of up to 1/2000 of a second to capture its image before the winds held off for a moment and I got this.
And further down the mountain, more life awaited me…
This fellow was lounging at the trailhead-end of Long Lake as I was heading out. I could not believe how comfortable he looked, even as passers-by happily chatted away about him just 15 feet from his sizable headpiece. What a lifestyle! If I had the wherewithall, I’d probably live in this place, too.
SO! I promised pictures of Lake Isabelle, didn’t I? I didn’t fail to remember that. Although the following images were taken from a few different trips – which were meant for traveling straight West into Isabelle Glacier instead of North up to Pawnee Pass – I though I’d provide them for area reference, as there are only a few and it seems silly to make another post just for them. Enjoy!
Trailside Waterfall with Bluebells, Parry’s Primrose
Isabelle Outlet Falls
Lake Isabelle Alpenglow
Indian Peaks, Aster
On Isabelle Glacier, with a Commanding Front Range vista
Parting shot! My most recent attendance during alpenglow at Lake Isabelle (07-14-2016)
*Brendan Bombaci holds the Creative Commons Copyrights to all images on this blog. See his Flickr portfolio @ http://www.kairologic.com to see exact licensures.