It rains again, another time. It is beginning to be usual to wake up under an annoying light rain. Our dreams about daylong hiking were gone in the exact moment we opened our eyes this morning, but this will not stop anyways.
We search trough maps and leaflets, hints from the visitor centers and in the end we decide: there is a lake along the road towards Field, Dog Lake, with no so much heightdrop, a loop not too long which will let us run away fast in case a heavy shower comes to happen.
We follow the signs from the highway and park in the classic parking lot at the beginning of the trail. It’s only the three of us, an RV and a truck. Hopefully we will be alone during our hike. We lace our boots and begin to walk.
After not more than a hundred meters, we get to a river which has not one but two bridges over it.