Murial to Goethe
The Flickr app cuts the video off when there is still about 3-2 minutes left. I recommend watching it on the website instead. flic.kr/p/2hXSTdB The first song is Road by Jack Rose, the second is by Richard Osborn and is the short version of A Dream of Distant Summer. Part 15 The pink morning glow on the high peaks came and went as the sun inched higher. Soon she crested the eastern ridgeline and began her daily journey through the the endless ocean of sky. I soon packed up and began my trek up to Goethe Lake. I could not find the place that Jan had her camp so I just continued on my way. I crossed the large outflow creek and began climbing up and away from Muriel lake. The climb at first was gradual but soon steepened. The lake quickly shrunk as I made my way higher and higher over the rolling lower slopes of the Glacier Divide. At one point I was walking along over the stone strewn hillside and all of a sudden one of the rocks I was about to step on began to walk away. Then it stopped, looked up at me and blinked. It was a grouse, perfectly camouflaged with the terrain I was hiking over. Apart from it moving to avoid my foot it showed no fear, I probably could have reached out and grabbed it. I continued on my pathless route and then another “rock” got up and walked away. In all there were four grouse in this group and I almost stepped on two of them before the rest decided to take preventive measures to avoid me. Continuing on I worked my way further up and away from the beautiful lake until it disappeared completely behind the rolling earth. Soon I reached the saddle where the landscape leveled out and a meandering creek twisted through green meadowland with Goethe Cirque rising as a shear granite wall in the distance and Muriel Peak rising to the south. Following the stream I reached lower Goethe Lake, as smooth as a crystal mirror, near impossible to tell the difference between the real view and the one perfectly reflected in its silent waters. After taking time to enjoy that view I came across a guy and his two playful dogs. The brown one running right up to me to play. The guy walked over and apologized but I told him it was not needed. Smiling, I continued on my way. The northern shore was a mess of jagged boulders strewn haphazardly about, but I pushed on. When I reached the far end of the lower lake I had to make a choice, do I stay here or do I try to make for Alpine Col and into Darwin Canyon. I decided to try for the Col. The Mountaineering book that I have says to stay on the northern shore and work your way around the far side then up to the Col and that the route is mostly over unpleasant talus. It wasn't joking. After a while I decided to turn back and head for the lower lake. Once I reached the point where the talus ended I saw a nice grassy area that I somehow missed on my way up. It was here that I found a nice place to sent up my tent. (it was the only place on this side of the lower lake to set up a tent) From here I had a great view of the deep blue waters perfectly reflecting Mt. Humphreys rising in the distance. Perfect reflections like this usually only occur in the morning or evening and are obscured during midday, I personally have never seen an alpine lake this still and reflective this late into the day.