Monday, April 4, 2016

Badlands National Park 2015 | Part Two

Notch Trail and Door Trail
Formations on Notch Trail
I woke up in our cabin at Cedar Pass to gleaming sunlight sneaking through the cracks in the closed blinds and the realization that I didn’t have to hurry to do anything. Based on our experience arriving at the park last night, it appeared we were the only humans around for miles aside from the lodge employees, and since we had abandoned our plan to camp and were instead staying in this cabin for our entire trip, there was no rush to secure a campsite or get out on the hiking trails early to avoid crowds.  Plus, although the sun was shining brightly, I could hear the menacing wind outside, and a check of my phone’s weather app revealed that it was 27ºF.

I twisted the blinds open so I could see the formations behind the cabin while I continued to lay in bed and enjoy being lazy, something I’m not accustomed to doing on my usual vacations.  It was below freezing outside, the park was deserted, and as excited as I was to get out and explore the landscape, I was in no hurry to do it before 10am.
I was careful not to let my senses get me down by fooling me into thinking it was only 20º when it was actually a balmy 27º.  And yes, I took a screen shot of the weather as a memento.
Once we were ready for breakfast, we walked from our cabin to the Cedar Pass Restaurant and took in our surroundings.  Ours was the only car at the cabins, and cottontail rabbits were enjoying the use of it as shelter from predatory birds.  During our stay here, the rabbits hung around outside the cabins, not the least bit bothered by us, but constantly on alert for non-human threats in their exposed habitat.

The restaurant and gift shop were quiet, and we sat at a table by a window looking out on a tall pinnacle across the road.  I chose the Indian Fry Bread with berry pudding, which was very good.  We planned to take a couple of short hikes today, followed by some scenic driving within the park (details will follow in Part 2).  After breakfast we drove to the parking area where four of the park’s established hiking trails are accessed. There was one other car in the parking lot, and the wind was the only sound.
The sky was still clear and the sun was bright, but the wind was cold and intense.  At the beginning of Notch Trail, a sign warns of rattlesnakes, which are common in the park.  We would have liked to have seen one from a safe distance, but it was a bit too early in the season and too cold for them to come out of hibernation yet.   We were wearing hats, gloves, and multiple layers under puffy jackets as we set off on Notch Trail. The trail traverses a dry grassy area to an opening in the Badlands “Wall” - a major formation in the park that spans approximately 60 miles east-to-west and is made up of a continuous series of buttes and spires.  It was like walking into an extraterrestrial ghost town.
Notch Trail
Notch Trail is short but very interesting.  The path winds through a canyon before climbing up the face of the formation using a long, steep ladder made of logs.  The trail then continues at a higher elevation, where hikers are immersed in the dramatic, alien landscape.  The trail ends at an abrupt drop-off with a view of the White River Valley. This is an out-and-back route, so hikers are given the opportunity to see everything again on the way back.  The trail is only a mile and a half round-trip, and we were done in under an hour.
The ladder on Notch Trail.  Photo on the left taken by Craig.
Notch Trail: Looking down at the valley after climbing the ladder, which can be seen on the left.
Left: Hiking the upper part of Notch Trail.  Right: The view of White River Valley at the end of the trail.
SCIENCE How the Badlands were formed – condensed version:  Many millions of years ago, a shallow sea covered the Great Plains of North America.  Over time, sediments built up on the sea floor and hardened into shale.  The eventual rising of the Black Hills and Rocky Mountains to the west caused the sea to drain away.  Over many more millions of years, the former sea bed became a flood plain, as rivers flowing from the mountains deposited layers of gravel, mud, and sand on top of the former sea floor.  Large amounts of ash from volcanic activity west of the Badlands were also deposited onto the plains.  Around 500,000 years ago, rivers began carving through the sedimentary rock layers.  What was once a flat floodplain became an otherworldly landscape of banded buttes, jagged peaks, and colorful mounds created by the force of water carving paths through layers of geologic time. Abundant fossil deposits in the exposed layers of ancient rock provide a wealth of historical information; according to the National Park Service, the Badlands National Park area is considered the birthplace of vertebrate paleontology in North America. (
Up close to sedimentary formations on Door Trail
500,000 years is the blink of an eye in geologic terms, and up close it is easy to see how fragile this sedimentary landscape is.  It is eroding at a very fast pace – about an inch is weathered away each year by rain and wind.  Eventually the Badlands formations will disappear.  Scientists estimate that at the rate the formations are eroding, it will be only another 500,000 years before they are gone.  It becomes clear how short the Badlands’ lifespan is when compared with the Grand Canyon, parts of which recent research suggests may have begun forming as early as 70 million years ago.
A mountain bluebird and the boardwalk at the entrance to Door Trail
Back at the trailhead, a flash of bright blue caught our eye.  A mountain bluebird was perched at the tip of a low branch of a dead shrub, the soul inhabitant of the parking lot, swaying side-to-side in the strong wind (hence the blurry photo).   I have never seen a bird that blue, and its color appeared especially striking due to the change in the sky. Steel gray clouds were gathering, providing a dramatic backdrop for the scenery on our next adventure:  Door Trail.  Here, visitors are led at first along a boardwalk through a “door” in the Badlands Wall.  The boardwalk was installed around 2000 to protect the path from rapid, human-caused erosion.  Once through the “door,” impressive layered buttes and turrets rise in the distance, and hikers can venture out onto the rugged desert terrain, with yellow trail markers as a guide to prevent getting lost.  
Photo taken by Craig on Door Trail. Note the firm stance and the fabric of my pants plastered against my legs by the intense wind.
Scenes from Door Trail
If the wind hadn’t been so overwhelming, I could have spent most of the day wandering around this area.  It was spectacular.  The striking features against the dramatic sky resulted in many of our photos looking fake, like an intensified cloudy sky was Photoshopped behind the formations, and our brightly-clad figures digitally dropped in front. 

After Door Trail, we drove north to take in the view at the nearby Big Badlands Overlook before returning to Cedar Pass and embarking on the scenic driving we had planned.  The first overlook when driving east-to-west through the park, Big Badlands Overlook offers a panoramic view of miles of banded rock formations.
Big Badlands Overlook
As we returned to Cedar Pass, we noticed movement in the tall grass ahead of us.  It was a group of four male bighorn sheep, and I pulled to the side of the road to watch them, thinking maybe I would be lucky enough to get a few photos from far away with my zoom lens before they disappeared. Because the park was all but deserted, there were no other cars on the road, and we didn’t have to worry about holding up any traffic.  (Not a single car passed us during this time.)  The rams walked slowly through the tall brown grass toward the road, where they began grazing on the short green grass that grew along the road’s edge.  

Of the four, one appeared more mature; he was larger, with more substantial horns showing some dark age rings.  We did not intend to purposely get closer to them, but as we sat quietly watching, the rams strolled along the edge of the road toward our parked car, heads down and grazing most of the time.  They came closer and closer, eventually walking past us just outside the passenger door, paying us no attention whatsoever.  Being able to stop the car and observe animals was one of many pay-offs we would receive as the park’s only human inhabitants during this cold visit. 
Photo taken by Craig

To be continued in Part Two: Scenic Drives and Wildlife

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Badlands National Park 2015 | Part One - Prologue

Road Trip to Another Planet
April 2015

During this current season of record-setting warm weather in Badlands National Park (70s and sunny in mid-February), I find myself reflecting on the previous spring, when temperatures frolicked below freezing, and the wind howled with hypothermia.  It was April 2015, and I was looking forward to a relaxing, mild-weathered vacation.  Let’s go back...

(Map at end of post.)

Hail splattered loudly against my Ford Explorer’s roof as we turned off the nearly empty South Dakota highway and began following a desolate side road, passing an iconically shaped sign announcing that we were entering Badlands National Park.  The flat, low clouds that had been floating casually over the endless grasslands had suddenly darkened and gathered with purpose over the park entrance, greeting us with perfectly timed hostility.

We had driven for two days, leaving Michigan and driving through Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and a lengthy stretch of South Dakota, to reach Badlands.  I had been in the mood for a road trip and some car-camping, which we hadn’t done in quite a while, and I had wanted to visit Badlands for a long time, particularly since my sister’s impromptu trip there five years before.  She had driven to Chicago to visit friends and ended up in South Dakota on a whim.  The photographs she returned with were otherworldly and incredible, and Badlands jumped several spots on my list of places to visit in the near future.  Now, revisiting my own photographs and videos, seeing the alien landscape and hearing its sounds, has me wanting to return.  It is one of the most unusual and striking places I’ve ever visited.  And definitely the weirdest.

Spectral stagecoach and a human skeleton walking a T-Rex skeleton.  The usual stuff.
The car strategically packed with backpacks, hiking boots, camping gear, and far more food than was necessary, we set off on the 18-hour journey on a Saturday in late-April.  The plan was to stop at the mid-point—about halfway through Iowa—for the first night, but we decided to roll the dice with accommodations.  We did not have a specific destination in mind; we would either find a place to camp, or stay in a motel depending on how we felt and what we found.

Driving long stretches across the American Midwest is a torturous combination of the fascinating and mundane.  As anywhere, there are stretches that are beautiful and depressing, exciting and monotonous.  One’s opinion of an entire state can be formed by driving through it on a highway, which can sometimes be unfortunate.  Take Iowa: Interstates lead travelers through endless stretches of flat, unvaried farmland, which makes for a long and tedious drive.  I have heard tales of the state’s beautiful sights, but I have never seen one.  Magnificent countryside no doubt exists off the beaten path, beyond the seemingly infinite rows of corn and soybeans, and off the radar of out-of-state drivers who are passing through.  Or not.

Still, road trips are fun.  The strategic music selections.  The rest areas, gas stations, and terrible coffee.  The excitement of crossing into a new state, even if it’s no different than the one before.  The temptation to keep driving and not go back.  

Road trip montage: South Dakota traffic, 29N to Sioux City, never-ending Iowa, The Dead Weather
We reached Des Moines and called it a day.  After a few minutes of driving around the city and looking for places to eat, we found ourselves at The Royal Mile, a British-style pub and a good find for weary travelers in need of food and a little Jameson.

After dinner, we ventured west of the city and found a small, inexpensive motel in De Soto.  The motel was clearly empty; not a single car was parked in the lot, and the vacancy sign glowed from its front window.  Despite this, when we inquired about a room, the man in overalls working at the desk made a big production of checking to see if there was anything available.  After crossing the room to study a small corkboard with various hand-written notes stuck to it, he returned to the desk, opened a drawer that we could see was filled with keys to every single empty room, and rummaged around in it, murmuring to himself thoughtfully.  The anticipation was intense; we really hoped he could help us out.  Finally he decided he had a room for us, and handed us a form to complete.  He asked if we’d eaten and advised that, aside from the gas station/food mart next door, our options were an “authentic Mexican restaurant” in one direction, “but if you go the other way—nothin’!”  He said this with a chuckle and a facial expression that said, “Iowa, am I right?!” and we decided we liked him despite his earlier deception.  

In our room was the most exotic reading material I had ever seen: issues of Corn and Soybean Digest and Farm Futures magazines.  I wondered if motels in various parts of Michigan stock their rooms with regional commodity-related publications, and if road-trippers from Iowa react to them as I did these: hysterical laughter followed by abrupt silence at the realization that we need farming to live, then introspection—How would I feel if someone laughed at Blueberry Business* magazine while traveling through West Michigan?  (Insulted, as blueberries are cute and delicious, and they make excellent jam.)

(*This is not a thing.  But if it was, I envision the cover shows a single blueberry sitting on a conference table surrounded by various corporate moguls studying it pensively, with a monitor on the wall behind them displaying financial information.  I don’t know why, but there is also a secret service agent standing stoically against the wall, wearing sunglasses.)

The following morning we continued heading west into thick fog.  As unfortunate as it normally is to have to drive in those conditions, the fog was a welcome (hindrance to) sight because it lent a little mystery to the otherwise mind-numbing, seemingly endless drive through Iowa.  One-by-one, massive wind turbines slowly emerged from the fog as we drove, their tall, ghostly white pillars invisible until we passed close enough to them to discern their towering shapes from the fog.  These were bigger than the turbines I’m used to seeing near home, and their eeriness was transfixing; they appeared like giant, murky phantoms, their enormous blades turning in slow-motion.  None of the photos I took of them from the passenger window of the moving car came close to capturing their scale or creepiness.

The fog lifted later in the morning, and our anxiousness to reach the South Dakota border increased with every mile.  The sights in the next state would be unchanged for a while before the landscape began to transform, but at least we would be in a state neither of us had seen before, and at some point the speed limit would increase to 80 mph, which was something to look forward to.  We abruptly turned north at the Iowa-Nebraska border, skirting the state line until the three states converge at Sioux City along the Missouri River.  We crossed the river on a bridge and continued north into South Dakota, stopping in Sioux Falls for lunch at Phillips Avenue Diner. 
 I ordered a Coke with the Chicken and Waffles and hadn't taken 3 sips before a new one was plopped down in front of me.  There are 2 gigantic, full Cokes just out of frame.  'Merica.
From Sioux Falls we headed west to begin the long stretch across the state to Badlands National Park.  The further west we drove, the more open the landscape became.  Farms were replaced by vast grasslands, and the sky seemed to expand, making it obvious why parts west are referred to as “big sky country.”  Vastly different than looking up at the sky in Michigan, out there the fact that the limitless sky stretches for an infinite distance is somehow more plain to see.  Everything is big and open and exposed, projecting a sense of the magnitude of our country’s landscape—of how immense it is and how small we are. 

We drove at a liberating and legal 80 mph through the sweeping South Dakota grasslands, watching as the sky became increasingly cloudy, with shafts of sunlight breaking through in patches and casting cold light on the earth below.  At long last, we spotted the first in an endless series of signs advertising the infamous Wall Drug, which meant we were getting close. (...ish. The signs begin beckoning travelers very early, and they go on and on to a comical extent.)  I don’t remember exactly where, but a billboard in a small town advertises the last chance to obtain gasoline for a very long stretch.  It is not exaggerating, and I advise heeding its warning and stopping for gas if there is any doubt.  After this it’s a barren, Mad Max-esque landscape with no gas station, restaurant, or rest area in sight for a seemingly infinite stretch of highway.  Nothing but road and sky and Wall Drug signs increasing in frequency and steadily convincing you of your interest in cowboy boots and donuts.  Then suddenly: a jagged rock formation in the distance!  We had arrived.

Our plan was to spend the first night in Badlands at Cedar Pass Lodge, a cluster of cabins within the park.  After that we were going to camp in our tent at either the Cedar Pass or Sage Creek campground, or a combination of both.  It was a little early to check in at the lodge, so we decided to visit Wall Drug first, which is about five miles north of the park.  Wall Drug is a must-see, simply because it is a paragon of Americana.  We bought ice cream and walked around the various shops, browsing the souvenirs and taking everything in before getting back on the road and heading back to the park.  

Regarding the weather:  Since the beginning of the cross-state drive from Sioux Falls, the wind had been positively brutal.  Without exaggeration, I would estimate its velocity at around 700 mph.  I expected windy conditions in this part of the country; however, this was far beyond anything I had imagined.  My Explorer lurched from side-to-side on the highway from the force of the wind.  The wind tore the heavy car door out of my hand when I opened it, and I struggled to get it closed again against the wind that wanted to force it to remain open.  It was like being in a cartoon and struggling against an extreme force in order to do the simplest of things.  For most of the day the sun shone brightly in the sky, but the wind cancelled its warmth. 

I researched the local weather during the planning of this trip.  I'm not a big fan of hot summer weather, and the majority of places that interest me tend to be cold; however, I had experienced my share of frigid vacations over the last several years and wanted a change.  Although the park’s weather can be unpredictable, late-April seemed like a good time to avoid both crowds and temperature extremes.  When my sister visited Badlands a few years ago, she went in mid-May, and the weather was hot.  Her photos showed desert flowers blooming colorfully, and rattlesnakes warming themselves in the sun along hiking trails.  Based on this and a review of the weather information posted at the National Park Service website for the park, it appeared the weather in late-April would be mild, with highs in the upper 60s, and lows around 40.  A check of the forecast before we left indicated we would have temperatures in the 50s and 60s, but we packed clothing for all types of weather to be safe.  I think it’s obvious where this is going. 
Spontaneous hail storm as we approach the entrance to Badlands National Park
My excitement built as we turned south onto SD-240 and made our way toward the northeast entrance of the park, closing in on the jagged formations we had spotted in the distance earlier.  The sky had steadily darkened since we left Wall Drug, and as we passed the welcoming NPS sign, a sudden hailstorm exploded over us.  Slowing down to a crawl due to lack of visibility, we marveled at the scenery and the volatile weather.  It was like we were on Mars, and the angry planet was letting us know we were not welcome.  Luckily the hail did not last more than a few minutes; we paid the park entrance fee, and a park map was passed between the kiosk and my car’s open window, hands grasping it in a death grip against the relentless wind.  

The sun worked its way through breaks in the clouds as we drove toward the Cedar Pass area on the winding Badlands Loop Road, with spectacular scenery all around us.  We didn’t get far into the park before we pulled over and got out of the car, simply because we were amazed and wanted to stand and stare.  It was the most unusual place either of us had ever seen.  It was like the set of a movie that takes place on another planet—but a low-budget movie, where the backdrop looks fake.  I was in love.  
Stopping to stare.  Were we really here?

There were no other cars on the road, and the park appeared deserted as we pulled into the Cedar Pass Lodge parking lot.  We would soon learn that April is not a popular time to visit the park.  Upon check-in, we noticed a posting of the updated weather forecast for the upcoming week.  It was not good: wind, and lows in the mid-20s.

We planned to spend four nights in the park.  Aside from this first night in a Cedar Pass cabin, we intended to camp during the rest of our stay.  Camping in the cold is one thing, but camping with lows in the mid-20s combined with the vicious winds we had been experiencing was not a pleasant thought.  Would we be able to spend any time outside at our campsite, or would we be confined to our tent, with the relentless wind beating against it?  Would we be able to cook anything in that wind?  Would we be able to sleep?  Would our tent collapse?  With these thoughts in mind, we inquired regarding cabin availability over the coming days, just in case.  The lodge employee who checked us in was genuinely surprised when we told her how many days we planned to spend in the park.  Her response was something like, “Four nights? Here? The whole time?”  We did plan to spend one day outside of the park, but yes, that was our plan, and we were starting to wonder if there was something we were missing, like a planned nuclear test or well-known ancient curse that we had somehow overlooked during trip planning. 

The inside of our cabin at Cedar Pass
The back porch of our cabin at Cedar Pass
We drove to our cabin to settle in and decide what to do for dinner.  The lodge has a restaurant, but we also had a car filled with food, so our options were endless, provided we stuck to those two things.  The cabins at Cedar Pass are fairly new, and they are simple and beautiful inside.  We had a view of some Badlands formations from the back porch, which faced the area where the Ben Reifel Visitor Center sits.  The weather had cleared up, and fluffy white clouds now drifted in the brilliant blue sky.  It had turned into a beautiful day despite the cold and wind.

There is a convenience store and two small bars nearby, but nothing else.  We decided to make hotdogs at the cabin, and we drove to the store to pick up a few items we did not bring, namely alcoholic beverages and mustard, which I had somehow forgotten.  The woman working at the convenience store found us fascinating.  She asked what we were doing in the area, and when we replied that we were visiting the park, she did not hide how weird she thought that was before pointing me in the direction of the store's single jar of mustard.  When I returned to pay, she seemed as though she was really trying to suppress further scrutiny but just could not let us go without further clarification.  As I turned to leave, she said, “Ok, I’m going to be nosey.  Where are you staying around here?”  It was as if there wasn’t a national park down the street.  I explained that we were staying in the park and planned to do some camping, which I assumed was reasonable, but was clearly mistaken.  “In the park?”  She chuckled and said something about different people liking different things.  Where were we?

The park entrance as the sky cleared up

We returned to our cabin, and after struggling against the wind to bring some of our stuff inside, we held a meeting over a few pours of whiskey at the hand-hewn pine table.  Camping was going to be miserable if this weather continued, which it evidently intended to do.  Although I had very much been looking forward to some quality tent time, I also wanted to enjoy my vacation, and I had to admit defeat.  We decided to stay in the cabin for the duration, and we returned to the office to blow their minds with our declaration of setting up shop in their establishment for the next few nights.  Aside from one other guest who was leaving in the morning, we were the only ones there, so availability was not an issue.  We were henceforth “the ones who are staying here,” said in hushed voices whenever we were spotted.

As odd as this all was, it made a little more sense over the following days as we had the park almost to ourselves, and the cold and wind persisted.  It appeared people don’t really start visiting Badlands until May, and those we did see during our stay seemed to be taking in the park via one scenic drive as they passed through to somewhere else.

After a fabulous hotdog dinner and a little more whiskey, I ventured out to explore our surroundings.  Dusk was just beginning to settle in, the sky turning a soft purple behind the various peaks and spires.  Unfamiliar and beautiful birdsong filled the air, and I searched until I found the source: a western meadowlark.  I grew to love its song, and it’s one of my fondest memories of the trip.  I walked around for an hour or so before returning to our cabin for the night.

Cedar Pass area at dusk
Night at our cabin at Cedar Pass
The wind calmed down in the evenings, but during each day it was ferocious, preventing us from sitting outside at our cabin despite how sunny and inviting the outdoors looked from our window.  But in the plus column, having the park to ourselves made for some relaxed scenic drives, and we were able to see everything at our leisure, stopping whenever we wanted a closer look at something, without having to worry about holding up traffic.  It also meant virtually no one else on the hiking trails, which was a bonus.  I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to Badlands National Park, but when I hear about the unseasonably warm temperatures of the current winter season and see photos on social media of park visitors wearing t-shirts in February, I can’t help but want a do-over.  

A video of the Cedar Pass area at dusk can be seen here.

To be continued in Part One: Notch Trail and Door Trail

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Craig Lake State Park | Fall 2015

Part Two: Craig Lake Trail

Craig Lake
Craig Lake Trail is known as a rugged hiking trail.  I found it to be a perfect day hike—8 miles of rolling terrain in a beautiful forest circling the quiet lake.  The landscape is hilly, with a bit of climbing here and there, but nothing extremely strenuous.  We finished the hike in just over 3 hours; it was a beautiful, chilly fall day, and I would’ve been happy to hike a little longer.  

Blue blazes on Craig Lake Trail
We left the yurt at Teddy Lake and drove to the Craig Lake Trailhead, about a mile away.  There is no outhouse at the trailhead parking lot, which is unusual and a bit of a buzzkill if you arrive with nature already calling from an excess of morning coffee.  After wandering around for a few minutes, I accepted defeat and ventured into the woods.  There were only a few vehicles parked at the trailhead, and it was very quiet.  

Old school sign
Some of the signs along Craig Lake Trail have obviously been there for a long time, sporting a weathered, mid-century look.  Trailhead signs point hikers to various spots along Craig Lake Trail, and toward the North Country Trail, which also meanders around Craig Lake on its 4,600-mile journey from North Dakota to New York.  Our longest national scenic trail, the NCT shares a path with Craig Lake Trail along the east side of the lake before veering east toward its route through the McCormick Wilderness, then on to Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore, Tahquamenon Falls State Park, and beyond.

The full Michigan DNR map can be found here:
We decided to head west and circle Craig Lake in a clockwise direction.  Craig Lake Trail starts out following an old two-track road, which is used as a private access road for park employees to service the park’s two rustic lakeside cabins.  During our visit, it was buried in fallen leaves that rustled as we walked, making the only sound in the otherwise silent forest.  

The trail begins on an old road
In about a quarter-mile, the trail leads to an open area along the shore of the lake that is a popular canoe put-in spot with a few campsites.  There are also two outhouses, which I took advantage of on principle.  From there the trail hugs the lake and heads north toward the park’s two rustic cabins - Miller Lodge and the Caretaker’s Cabin.  Built in the early 1950s by Fred Miller of Miller Brewing Company in what was then his private fishing retreat, the cabins are now state park property and can be rented through the Michigan DNR. 

High Life Creek
About a half-mile before the cabins, the trail/road crosses over High Life Creek on a short, one-lane bridge.  The Caretaker’s Cabin is reached first; no one was there, so we spent a little time checking things out.  The front of the cabin faces the trail, with a woodshed off to the side.  In the back there is a fire ring and picnic table, and a nice view of Craig Lake.  A rowboat was overturned and secured at the shore, waiting for the next guests to take it for a spin. 

The Caretaker's Cabin
We moved on and reached Miller Lodge about a minute later.  There were people at this cabin, so we didn’t explore it.  Here the overgrown road ends and the path continues north, becoming a proper hiking trail, disappearing into the trees behind the cabin and beginning to curve around the north end of the lake.  The forest was aglow with color—a variety of green, yellow, orange, and red shone around and above us, and blanketed the trail below.  Every once in a while I looked up to catch glimpses of the vibrant blue fall sky framed by multi-colored leaves.  Enormous boulders appear here and there along the trail—glacial erratics deposited during the last ice age.    

Blue fall sky and a splatter of red
Red and yellow maple leaves
Glacial erratic. I love these guys.
At the north end of the lake, we reached the backcountry campsite near the portage to Clair Lake.  There is a fire ring, small area to pitch a tent, and a wonderful view of Craig Lake.  The trail passes Craig Lake Portage and crosses a small stream over a wooden footbridge before climbing to a rocky bluff providing another nice view of the lake and surrounding trees sparkling in the bright sunlight.  The trail descends back into the forest and to the Peshekee River, which is crossed via a suspension bridge that was built in 2014.  Before that, hikers crossed the river using a fallen log.  

Backcountry campsite near the Clair Lake portage
Fall color on Craig Lake, seen from the Backcountry campsite near the Clair Lake portage
Rocky bluff at the north end of Craig Lake
The trail heads south along the east side of the lake, over hilly terrain.  This part of the trail wanders through stands of tall maple trees, whose leaves were a striking, luminescent yellow at this time of year.  It passes more backcountry campsites on Craig Lake and crosses the portage to Crooked Lake, where additional campsites can be found.  The trail curves around the south end of the lake and passes a path to more campsites on the shore of Craig Lake, referred to as the Sandy Beach Campsites.  Shortly after, the trail arrives back at the beginning of the loop.  Turning left brought us back to the trailhead parking area in about a quarter-mile.

Towering yellow
We returned to Teddy Lake and spent the rest of the day at the yurt, eating hotdogs, reading, and keeping warm near the wood stove.  It was a day well spent.