On a Saturday in July we headed up Little Cottonwood Canyon for a beautiful hike to a place called Cecret Lake. Evidently those who discovered this little gem hundreds of years ago were more adventureres than intellectuals and the misspelling of the name continues to this day.
It was cool and beautiful up in the mountains, away from the smog and heat of the valley.
The trail head begins right above Alta, so we got up close and personal with their chair lifts and....
SNOW!
There were all the components of a great hike---streams to ford, rocks to climb, siblings to tease, and tons and tons of beautiful scenery:
There were fields and fields of Forget-Me-Knot, Columbine, and Indian Paintbrush in full bloom.
The best part about this "Cecret" hike is that the lake truly remains a secret, until you scramble over rocks for the last 1/4 mile and crest the ridge, and then you see this:
The lake was so clear, you could see down to the bottom.
We ate a little lunch and marveled at our newly discovered "Cecret".
Samuel found the whole thing quite hysterical and..
eventually gave it up on the way down. All that hiking just tuckered him out!