We spent three days, two nights up at Mirror Lake in the Uintas.
There is no doubt why it has that name. This was how it looked on my morning run.
And it sparkled in the evening as well.
We hiked, biked, paddled and fished away the days.
Is it just me or does anyone else thing this log looks like an overturned crocodile?
Is it still considered camping if you make Belgian waffles with fresh blueberries and cream for breakfast? Ahh the benefits of a trailer. (That and the whole toilet issue makes me a fan. Plus, safety from bears and lightning are good things too)
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