Mirror Lake is not really a lake, but a dammed up spot on a smallish river. Potato, potahto - it's lovely. This is where Mitch was leaning over a bridge rail and his sunglasses fell off his face into shallow water and mud below. Bill got them out, his second 'fishing expedition' of the trip (the first being Sam's water bottle in Zion). Bill modeled extremely well the 'leave no trace' ideal for our children.
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