I have never been so spoiled in my life while having so little. We carry everything we own mile after mile like gypsies wandering from site to site waiting to be amazed yet again and this trail and the nature that surrounds it never fail to oblige. This was our camp for one of those nights at the end of a long day right as the sun was setting and the mountain was captured in a purple glow and all was reflected in Shale Lake. It all came and went in a matter of seconds but luckily we were there to witness it. The life of a trail gypsy can be pretty damn good.