I lost the trail 2 or 3 times and over shot the lake.
12.66 miles later, 3 adult tantrums, 2 falls, 3 female bighorns, no partirages or pears trees, exhausted, nauseated from the altitude I made it back to camp and had a good laugh til I cried at myself.
I loved it. Plan to go back and put some trail markers up with Wyland the Earl Grey drinking, ex Army Ranger with a kitty, camphost.
Markers are sorely needed.
These mountains and the valley below are sacred. there is potent magic here.
Don't be disappointed if a place doesn't let you in the first time. Bow your head, lift your heart and try again.