Delacey Creek

Doug wanted me to pick out a hike for our last day in Yellowstone that was easy. So I picked out a six mile hike to Yellowstone's biggest backcountry lake (Shoshone) that was rated "easy." To it's credit, it would have been easy had it not been covered in snow for a good half of the way. However, on our way back there was a long portion of the trail that was covered in about a foot of snow. My feet do not make good snowshoes. I fell in a number of times and did a good bit of whining about it. It all came right in the end though we were told (during the first part of our trip) some bit about an "old" trail and a "new" trail and that kept us on our toes the whole time and was the cause of most of my whining at the end; "weeeeeeee're lost." We weren't, everything was just fine. There was a lot of rain, and so much mud I could've filled several baths, but it was very cool all the same. Shoshone Lake was huge and we were all alone, but it was raining a lot so I couldn't take pictures. Dragonfly eggs must have just hatched there, because there were dozens of the tiny ones buzzing about ineffectually. They were adorable, let me tell you.

Here was our biggest dilemma on the hike: Delacey Creek.

The creek winds throughout the hike for about three miles (though I'm sure it's much longer) and while it looks fairly innocent, it's rather frightening, actually. Though narrow, in many places it must be at least four feet deep... Possibly more, I didn't stick anything in to find out. There weren't any bridges or convenient logs, so we had to jump across. We made it (obviously) or this post would have started with a bunch of noise about falling in a creek.

We're in Glacier Lake National Park, now... Ready for more! Oh, and our campsite here is very nice. Many mozzies, but what can you do? (Chad, I'm using my little blue fan and I think it's distracting them!)