On up from Emerald Lake, after joining in at the Duck Pass Trail and turning right and walking a little ways more, Skelton Lake shines like the jewel that it is.

I sat for a while, walked around a little bit, and then sat some more.

I knew I was a rich man.  My only regret:  I didn’t pack to stay for the night.  Next time, I will. I hope.

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