At around 1000 metres the road flattens out around the basin containing Red Lake. This small and murky lake was created by a landslide in 1838, and there remain numerous stumps in the lake that attest to the drowned forest. It is a tourist circus on the shores of this popular lake, with rides, souvenir stalls, junk food, and all the other things families on vacation seem to hold dear.
We were walking along the shore of the lake when we noticed there were things hopping around our feet. Closer inspection revealed multitudes of minute frogs. We realized with horror that we had probably been inadvertently crushing them underfoot as we walked. Returning along the highway was even more of a horror show, as the frogs were crossing the moderately busy road by the hundreds. If we were in England they would build an underpass for the frogs, if they didn’t just close the trail and road for the frog migration season. In any event, there were lots of frogs so enough must be surviving to perpetuate the species.