
Here is where the Lyell Fork of the Merced crosses the trail. I leave the trail and follow the river upstream a ways to see where it takes me.

Green meadows, a lazy river and towering peaks soon appear.

It reminds me of that other Lyell Fork.

I am starting to see the appeal.

Those impossibly green meadows are right behind these camp sheltering trees.

Yes, I think this might be it. A massive cut log, rock seating and fire ring. No dates are carved anywhere, but looks to me it could be from 1938.

I mark the spot on my map.

And continue on up towards the lake basin above the Lyell Fork.