Hidden Lake

Hidden Lake remains hidden to us because the two mile trail, although open, was covered in snow. It was 4:00 by now, and we were getting a little tired, but wanted to see another gem recommended by Rosie the Ranger (who looks an awful lot like my Auntie Mary Ellen). We watched as the buff Montanans came off the trail, bare chested and carrying their skis and snowboards. Huh? Yes, people were climbing the foot hills of some mountain and skiing and snowboarding down. (Jim, if you ever come out here, bring your board, dude!). We walked in a bit to see if the trail cleared, but it didn’t. We could see people about a mile ahead of us slipping and sliding, trying to get to Hidden Lake. We decided since we still had at least an hour drive back to our camp, and the hike was likely to take two hours, we’d pass on this one. Instead, we toured the visitor center, learned about marmot life and grizzly eating habits, and that there were 4,000 inches of snow in the parking lot just two weeks ago.