Flute Lake is an untouched gem tucked in a cirque along the ragged backbone of the North Cascades. It sits right at the tree line, at the terminus of a frustrating network of sketchy deer trails and bits of old boot tread left over from a time when the Pacific Crest Trail ruled the valley of Granite Creek. The purest serenity laps at the verdant shores of Flute Lake. Aside from the little waves and some mysterious musical notes carried on the breeze from the far end of the lake, it's quiet.
Sapphire-blue lake waters ruffled by the evening air at Flute Lake
Settling sunlight on jagged peaks surrounding Flute Lake. The waters are completely calm
Sunset over smokey Granite Creek Valley
It's a good idea to leave a lantern on in the tent while exploring at night
The Big Dipper reveals itself overhead between larch trees
In the morning, Flute Lake was very still and draped in shadows on big peaks. A fiery sunrise lights a distant mountain