Arriving at the trailhead, I was lead to believe that the trail was maintained through the Beaver Lakes on to the river. Perhaps if I would have read the signs more carefully I would have been ready for the official trail stopping at the Beaver Lakes.
Getting to lakes required lots of log hopping and winding around branches and limbs across the trail. I could still run the trail, but had many interruptions.
Past the end of the trail, one can bushwhack easily where the old trail once was, pink trail ribbons for the win! It leads to the river bank where one can cross a small stream in order to walk up the river bank of the Sauk.
Beautiful and remote, I was glad I came farther. Much to my chagrin, my dog was even more ecstatic to make it to the river. Dead fish are still accessible to the trained nose. He also found some other "treasures" along the way. They stayed, but the smell came home.
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