Granddaddy Lakes

I’m not a grandmother yet, but I will one day make a trek over Hades Pass again, gaze at the Grandaddy Basin below, and capture nature’s poetry with pen, camera lens and little hiker hands in mine.

Oft have we, my friends and I,Left cares of home, and work day woesTo find a haven, there cast a fly;And where we’ll camp–God only knows. Oft have we…