Jody, Emily, and Ben at the point were got to in the truck, we are about six and a half miles from camp.
For a short while the road as only blocked by drifts that looked like we could easily push through, but we were soon, with in half a mile, walking on snow.
At the snow pole we found the snow level down two feet from the 11th, but still at about three feet.
The crew at the snow pole. We were determined to make it to camp, stay over night if we had to, and see what Loll was really like.
This is the point of the Calf Creek Divide were we usually meet the deepest and longest lasting drifts.
Still on the east side of Calf Creek. At this time I was hoping that we would hit open road as we started up the next west facing slope. It was not to be; we would never see a stretch of open road.
Just over the bridge we ran into a set of grizzly tracks. He was headed west, we were going east. Thank goodness never did we meet.
I would call this a big bear. I remembered how E. T. Seton wrote that the exciting thing about a set of tracks is that the maker is always at the other end of the string.
At one place a stream of run-off cut across the road. This shows quite clearly the depth of the snow on the road.
We stopped for lunch at noon - a few hundred yards below the turn off. We looked up into Yellowstone, just across the week.
Looking up the turn off road.
There was a lot of "water mellon" snow.
The upper lot - not so hot or so dusty.
This is the road down from the parking lot into Loll.
Our first view of Lake of the Woods. As always, my heart skiped a beat - but perhaps for reasons other than joy this time.
The lodge at Loll.
The parade ground and the lodge under snow. You can see some minor damage along the overhang between the two halfs of the building.
Some more minor damage on the lodge. One can only imagin the forces these building face through the long winter months.
The north portch.
The east porch.
Off the south porch. This bank of snow is as high as the porch and blocks the entrance to the basement.
View inside the lodge; looks good to me.
The view from my beadroom wondow of the parking lot. Note the broken pine on the trail to the lake.
Emily in the kitchen. All we need is a staff to feed; well some food and fule would be nice too.
This tree went down on the north end of the parking lot.
The new roof on the old office. You can see the broken tree and where it hit the edge of the roof when it fell.
The danger lodge - in danger. This picture was taken from the parking lot.
Looking down from the snow drift to the door of the Danger Lodge.
Jody on a "hot" tin roof.
The new bridge. This picture also shows how much snow is in the camp sites.
The Nes Pierce KYBO.
The Rifle Range.
Jody at the Rifle Range. Some slight damage can be seen along the ridge line.
This is a snow drift in camp Nez Pierce.
At the landing.
Just some proof I actually made it.
Lake on ice.
Ben easly reached up to top of the Pioneering Area bear pool.
From "The Walrus and the Carpenter:"
If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
The view of Yellowstone from the road out of Loll. I didn't take many pictures on the hike back. My left knee was hurting so badly I was beginging to wonder if I was going to make it. I farmed my pack and camara off on the "young ones" about three miles from the truck. It was carry my camara or carry me.
Once more at Indian Lake . . . like summer, the lilly pads are just peeking out.
At Indian Lake, Jody bagged the first mosquito of the summer.