This long weekend at Upper Lena Lake in the Olympic Mountains was just what I needed. A rough hike in with heavy packs to earn three nights of backcountry base-camping with the extras like a full-size tent. Huckleberries and wild blueberries so abundant that I had to restrain myself from chastising the other visitors we saw who clearly were not eating the berries. A fabulous book started and finished. Cribbage in the tent while another shower passed. A side trip exploring a ridge top above tree line. Watching the mist rise up the valley, push through the gap, settle on the lake and then disappear in the sunshine. Yes.