The trail was fairly slow on Saturday, surprisingly enough, as my companion and I saw three horses going in, a pack train coming out, and a handful of hikers going one way or the other. It's a dusty, horsey trek out and back, but dodging the horse poop is easy enough if you're tolerant or horse-friendly. There was one blow-down to climb over (though a new trail has been forged around it, which seemed silly to me) and only a couple of mudholes near water crossings. Some guy had parked himself beneath a waterfall off trail and just stared out at us as we went by - it was a little creepy!
I would highly recommend this trip. Though we stayed at the horse camp and didn't make the complete trek to the lake (instead, we wandered up the spur trail to the west of the lake after dinner), the horse ford crossing didn't look too scary. I waded out about halfway to get water and it was only shin-high. I had heard tell that it was thigh high, but not today!
Two days after getting back, I was pretty freaked out that I'd carried too much weight and torn my PCL / ACL or meniscus, due to some pretty intense pain (it started out as a 'no pain, just swelling' situation) upon bearing weigh. That was scary, but things seem okay now, though the entire week has been exercise-free as a precaution. Hopefully I can get back into training next weekend.
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