Type of HikeDay hike
Trail ConditionsTrail in good condition
RoadRoad suitable for all vehicles
BugsBugs were not too bad
I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. -In Memoriam II, Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Lake Ann was the shortest transformative experience I may have ever confronted in the recent past. The distance/elevation profile seems fairly modest but with the sweltering sun thrown into the mix, the hike became quite the battle against adversity. There was, I think, one tree which had fallen on the trail, occupying the tread for something like ten feet. Walking along the space upon its side was a reasonable way to negotiate with the issue, otherwise cruising atop may be the other option - although this sounds less safe, and perhaps not recommended. The path was under shaded forest for the first mile and a half and got progressively exposed further on. I packed a liter and a half of water which was consumed in its entirety on the hike up. The hot weather was tremendously oppressive, and the path through the remaining leg up Lake Ann was a combination perfect for invoking a bit of mental discipline. On the uphill switchbacks paved with loose rocks that felt more like cinders, we examined the possibility of defeat that the hike to Lake Ann might justifiably impose. In the brutal throes of solar torture, we soldiered on assuring ourselves that the destination would be sweet and its rewards glorious. Not quitting really did feel a bit transformative; something to hang on to in real life. Should you entertain the idea of trudging on this fine little adventure, I suggest packing a water filter. We did, and we were very glad; it was quite the life saver. At Lake Ann, we immersed ourselves to the pleasant crystal water. Ate lunch behind a boulder and listened to the falling ice echoing from Curtiss Glacier, across the narrow chasm.