Day 1. Off like a herd of turtles.
Susan at the TH

Enjoying Afternoon Sun Above Sabrina Lake

I’ve Got Gummi Worms and a Lawn Chair, and You Don’t—First Mosquito and Black Fly Swattings

CCC Trail Work

Crossing Into Paradise—Well Blue Lake Anyway

We were feeling the altitude, so we quickly grabbed a convenient campsite just before the marked Donkey Lake trail intersection. Good thing as the sun was already behind the ridge to the West. The mosquitos came out to welcome us, we being the only blood donors available. We didn’t feel like eating much, so dinner was a little trail kibble and we were off to bed before total dark.
While skies had appeared to be clearing, we enjoyed a rain serenade most of the night. The next morning we were perplexed, after all the spatter and drippy sounds, to find everything dry. The only hint we weren’t delusional was the water in the depressions in the granite. We both woke with bad headaches after a poor night’s rest.
Day 2. Exploring the Basin
California Sunshine All Day Long

We took a day hike to Midnight Lake. The day brought occasional showers and no sun.
Trail to Topsy Turvy Lake—Bad Mozzies!

Midnight Lake

Chute to Lamarck Col

I had identified this scree chute as a means of crossing from Sabrina Basin to Darwin Bench. It always struck me as odd, at best, for the SHR to exit at Bishop Pass, and then backtrack back over Bishop, down Dusy to the JMT to access the Darwin Bench. So much cleaner to cross Bishop, resupply at Parchers, and to get to the Darwin Bench via Tyee Lakes and Lamarck Col.
Two flies in the ointment—was it possible to cross the ridge over to Lamarck near Granite Lake? And could you avoid the descent to the Sabrina Lake Trail by going XC from Little George Lake to Blue Lake?
Returning to camp, we fixed a great dinner, and, with the afternoon free, I checked out the Little George Lake to Blue Lake route.
Outlet of Blue Lake

Well, as luck would have it, the heaviest and longest rain shower of the day ensued, giving me a free bath and wet clothes to sleep in (I didn’t take a bag). But I did determine the route was feasible, especially if you like clambering on medium to large talus. Probably a toss up time and energy wise compared to the longer trail route.
Skies remained cloudy, but with no rain-on-the-tent noise I slept OK. Susan not so well-another restless night with headache for her.
Day 3. Fishgut Lakes and then Home
Susan decided to sleep in, so I made my move to the chute. My plan was to cross the ridge West of Dingleberry Lake, descend to the outlet of the largest Fishgut Lake, and cross the next ridge over to Granite Lake by following a line of trees, then up the scree slope which starts at Granite Lake’s outlet.
View Of Route to Fishgut Lakes—Dingleberry Lake at Left

In brief, I crossed Bishop Creek above Dingleberry Lake, walked into the little meadow downstream of the ford, where I followed fresh deer tracks up a treed gully to a pond. From the pond I followed
Walkway From Pond

ramps and benches, traversing the slope above a couple more small ponds. I then followed granite ramps up to the ridge crest, where I dropped down a gentle slope to:
Middle (and Largest) Fishgut Lake

Well, my satellite photo route to Granite Lake, when seen on the ground, looked like another talus adventure, so I settled for walking around the largest Fishgut Lake, where I saw:
Waterfall West of Middle Fishgut Lake

Colorful Snags Between Upper and Middle Fishgut Lakes

Upper Fishgut Lake

I crossed Upper Fishgut Lake’s outlet, regained the ridgetop, and started down. Right after I took the following photo I met 5 guys heading into the Fishgut Lakes for a little fishing.
View from Ridge Top to South, Topsy Turvy Lake in Center

The return trip was uneventful and I arrived back at camp just before 11 AM. Our exploratory objectives met, we decided to pack up a half day early. Weather was sunny, dry, and warm which put the mozzies to sleep, but brought out some black flies.
Just as I approached the trail head I came upon the largest marmot I’ve ever seen. He was engrossed in eating lupines, and I was able to get within 10 feet or so before the big guy slipped away. Unfortunately my camera focuses on the nearest object in the frame, foliage, so I wasn’t able to get a clear shot.

And so we concluded a great trip to a gorgeous destination. 14 hours later, as the sun rose, we rolled into our driveway, thankful the driving ordeal was over.