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The views were gorgeous with the white Marble Mountain to the north-west and mountain tops and valleys extending south and west by north-west. It was a short distance along the Pacific Crest Trail then we turned left and west and started heading down through a valley and in a couple of miles to Big Elk. Again it was not a big lake but bigger than Little Elk, as the name would suggest. But it had great views to the south west and some places one could see snow-topped Mount Shasta.
Went by a big camp there that was occupied but nobody around. What we immediately noticed was that they had hanging about thirty feet in the air a whole picnic table top with all the food, utensils and everything a bear would like. That was a novel idea. I have never seen it since. These were probably horse campers - people who were brought in on horseback in a caravan with pack mules for the gear. There was a stable down at the trail-head for just this purpose, to bring people in, leave them and come back and pick them up sometime later. It was a private business.
I did some fishing with telescoping pole and caught two what may have been Brook Trout, Dolly Varden, or Brown Trout, that were planted in these lake by dumping from the air. These mountain trout were about ten inches long and very tasty. Then the clouds began. A storm was coming very fast and from here we could see it coming in. The wind skittered across the lake making those irregular ripples with that tension in the air that is the best part of a storm.
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