After we went over Fox Queant Pass, (or "passed out" as Steve likes to say - and at this altitude [11,400 ft], Steve's term seems almost literally apropos) we came to Fox Lake. As we rode by, we were treated to reflections in the still water:
After we had our freeze dried fare and the horses had grazed for their supper, the equines spent the night on a highline:
We put cow bells around their necks so we could hear if something made them restless. Unfortunately, Coco is not accustomed to a highline and was restless most of the night, which we could hear clearly from inside our tent!Oh well, I guess we just had to consider it our own musical concert.
As we rested out tired bones (and backsides), we anticipated riding even further into the backcountry the next day.