Five hardy coureurs de bois (runners of the woods) set out in the fog at a nice pace. The fog lifted, the sun came out and everything was going splendidly until we lost the trail markers and had to bush whack to find the trail at the edge of the lake. The ferns although they were brown were still high and plentiful. The leader was given another piece of wooden lawn art to carry out. It is a great hike and the conversation was lively.