The day before, Kevin and Kasha, our new acquaintances, had run to the high-mountain lake "Amphitheater" and inspired us. We certainly didn't try to replicate their feat of running the entire route. But the trail turned out to be easy, with gentle switchbacks and observation platforms.
Another thing is that the climb takes much longer on foot. Most people travel lightly, with small backpacks for day trips. There were runners, like Kevin and Kasha. And then there were those heading to the high-altitude campsite with heavy backpacks and special canisters for storing food from bears. Denis even regretted not planning a hike into the wilderness. But it was still good, especially once we got higher. 
The high-mountain meadows are ablaze with flowers. Every bend in the trail opens up to a stunning panorama. Everything is in full view. And somewhere higher up, there are more lakes, and that's where we're heading. First, a small lake called Surprise appeared, then another, larger one. It's surrounded by mountains on all sides, like an amphitheater. That's what they called it.
We're sitting on the rocks, taking in all this beauty. There are about seven other people here. We weren't even that tired, and when a turnoff to another trail appeared, we decided to go and see what was there, just a short distance away, about 600 meters up. We weren't even stopped by the warning sign saying, "Are you ready for what comes next?" We thought, what could possibly be there? Well, a ravine. No big deal. It turned out to be not just a ravine, but also loose scree, which requires a fairly steep climb, and then the trail, which is even steeper. Moreover, there were no visible markings or signs to indicate the direction, which was confusing. And, surprisingly, there were quite a few people on such a difficult section. Mostly young people. There was even a reckless mother with a baby in a backpack, who was jumping defiantly over the boulders.
Denis was clearly not happy with this addition to the planned route. He suggested turning back. But I decided that since I had the time and energy, I should go for it. I don't know what Denis thought when we reached the end of the trail, near Delta Lake, but I didn't regret it. 
A very picturesque place.
The return journey seemed easier. At first, the walking poles were a great help. But after an hour, fatigue suddenly set in. Even the invigorating water of the mountain streams only provided a brief refreshment. I longed to get to the campsite and get some proper rest.
We walked a lot that day.
Some people wash off the road dust in a civilized shower, while others "take" a dip in the lake. A spicy Japanese soup helps us replenish our strength. This is enough for me to sit with a book and write travel notes, and for Denis to take a Spanish lesson and answer client emails. It's still light, but I'm already very sleepy. Tomorrow we'll continue on to Yellowstone.
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