Lake of the Clouds Hut
Tupelo hiking to the Hut. Finally there. It started to feel like we would never arrive. Windy, barren of most plant life beyond the scrub, and plenty of ponds (lakes). The constant wind wears one down in a mental way, too. A visceral desire to get out of the wind had built up in all three (four?) of us, so we were very glad to see the hut.