The sixth was another beautiful day with scattered clouds making shapes in the sky.

Almost time to leave. Most of the 6th was spent making things disappear. The kitchen behind us pulled out, and most of the campers in the neighborhood. We spent most of the day scattering sticks and logs.

Soon it was hard to tell anyone had ever been there except for a couple of bare spots.

The lack of population didn't keep away the mounties. The horses didn't seem to care about the trout one way or the other.

It was interesting to watch the changes in the meadow from the snow when we got there, through a wet muddy time with lots of purple flowers, then drier with dandelions, and then finally these new yellow flowers. Things have to happen fast when you have a short cold summer.

Mid afternoon water was getting scarce so I went on a quest. Along the way I found this unique shelter.

There was someone living in it, so no need to carry this pile away : )

A heart shaped shrine.

This brother was making a pilgrimage with his "holey" rocks.

This shelter was right off the main meadow, a handy stop for chilly travelers at night.

The meadow was really empty now.

The dome had acquired bells on a heart shaped frame.

Supper circle was tiny, smaller than the serving crew just a couple of nights before.

I watched the last of the sunset through my tent's mosquito netting, saddened by the thought that tomorrow was time to leave.