Boulder Creek isn’t actually in my hiking book. But it is a hike, and this week is too busy for me to do another one out of the book. We were camping up the West Fork of the Bitterroot, and this hike was right by our campground. All the rest of the days of the week I am working or have things going on.
I love this hike. We camp here often. So I am pretty familiar with the beginning of the hike. There are giant boulders here and there along the trail.
We often only get as far as a little waterfall, and for various reasons have to turn back. Usually because Jorge is a child and is tired or bored or whatever. This time I went alone and wanted to make it farther. But again much like my last hike my bowels had an entirely different idea and this time I had no hope of holding it. You know how you can just tell. So I got as far as the little water fall and turned around.
All and all it was pretty anti-climatic, which I guess is the best kind of hike.
And there was this tree: