I love this one. The end of the trail. Don't let the nice stairs fool you. The second half of the trail is mostly mud and tree-root. If you look hard, you can see Sitka in the distance.
Lunch is served.
Kruzof is littered with wildflowers. Not the big, overwhelming kind, but the tiny delicate varieties. Once I took notice, I found myself keeping count of the many different types. There were spots along the trail which reminded me vaguely of Kansas, Long flat plains, low rolling hills.