
At the edge of the treeline, Jobin Creek runs into a turquoise lake.

To the left of the dark mountain in the centre you can just see Mount Waddington.

Nearby, a few ragged Purple Mountain Daisies still flourished.

On the way back to camp there were many small, crystal clear ponds.
Some still had snow in them.


Finally I could see Wilderness Lake.
Our camp was at the far end.

Now we are back on Dry Lake

With the memories of a spectacular day.

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