Sunday, July 16, 2017

Big Creek Gathering

The morning we left on this trip was the first morning that I didn’t ride my recumbent for almost a week. It started to be a habit to get up, walk outside and find Steve, our neighbor, futzing with his new tricycle. We have been riding together and Steve is a very early riser. If I am not up-and-about by 7:00 AM, he is beeping my phone to get me going, asking where we are riding and when. It has been fun and I have really enjoyed the exercise. Now that I am riding, I have noticed that 2:00 PM has become my mandatory nap time. A good thing about that is that it has been in the high 90’s so sleeping is a good way to avoid those hot hours.

Flathead Lake
Our trek this week took us into Montana and north to a campground just outside Glacier National Park. Big Creek Campground has a large group camping site and two friends, Julie and Pat, reserved it after they visited the area and came up with the group camping idea.  We were invited along with a large number of our friends:  John and Loretta Sutherland, Tom and Sarah Husby, Mike and Caroline Beckwith, Ben and Sherma Higgs and several others. It looked to be an interesting week of boating, fishing, hiking and exploring.

Our caravan at Flathead Lake. 
We left Post Falls at about 10:00 AM on Saturday the 8th and drove over Lookout Pass into Montana. There was a lot of highway work being done which extended our driving time a bit, but I was OK with going the 45 MPH most of the way. This trip we were towing the Jeep with its load of recreational toys. We were packed for adventure! Our expedition gear included two mountain bikes, my fishing cat, and of course, Stinky Jeep. We brought along all my fishing gear, camp games, lounge lizards (reclining chairs), our outhouse tent, and everything but the kitchen sink. Oh, we have that in the camper.

Resting at Big Creek.
At St. Regis MT., we turned northeast on Highway 135 and followed the Clark Fork River.  Our plan was to grab a campsite for the Husbys and ourselves at Peninsula Campground for the first night. This did not work out and we had to drive on to a Forest Service Campground called Cascade.

Once we were all set up, Linda and I walked down a trail and crossed the highway to the river. We both took a swim and cooled off. While Linda sat out on the beach, I went up to the truck and grabbed my fishing gear.  As I fished, Linda relaxed. I caught a couple nice fish.

Sarah and Tom arrived and got their trailer set up. Tom and I went down to the river again and fished. I caught a real nice cutthroat; it measured in the 17-inch range.  The sun was setting and we called it a day.

The next day we caravanned up through Kalispell, MT to the Big Creek Campground where everyone would gather. Big Creek is located on the North Fork of the Flathead River. It is not in Glacier National Park, but the park is very close. It is a very good location for everyone to float, ride bikes, hike and explore the beauty of the park.

We arrived! The last 15 miles or so of the trip was over a very dusty washboard road. We drove the entire way at 10 to 15 miles per hour. It shook the truck so hard we figured everything in the camper would be on the floor when we arrived.

Tom and Pat telling tall tails.
At Big Creek group site, we chose our spot in the shade. It was about 3 PM when we got settled and the spot we chose looked like it would be shady most of the day. We chose correctly and all week we had shade to keep our camper cooler.

As the afternoon progressed into evening, people started arriving. We all took our chairs to a spot overlooking the river and welcomed each camper as they wandered in. Eventually, everyone separated and cooked their dinners. By dark, the area had cooled off and folks went to bed.

Using the Geezer Pass for the first time.
The next day Tom and I took his drift boat and fished from the Polebridge put-in (48.782600, -114.282375) back to our camp. It was a great float and we caught some really nice fish. Linda spent her day running shuttles for other boaters from our group and reading her book.

The second day in camp, Tom, Sarah, Linda and I drove into the park and tried to take the road up to Kintla Lake. Tom used his Wisdom Pass (Geezer Pass) entry into the park. It was his first official use of the new pass and we celebrated with photos and cheers.

We were informed at the park entrance that we could not get into Kintla Lake because it was already full. Changing plans, we drove the Inside North Fork Creek Road up to the washout at Logging Creek. It was a beautiful drive and the wild flowers were in bloom everywhere. 

Wild flowers were everywhere!
A highlight for all of us was our stops at the Polebridge Mercantile & Bakery. We bought very expensive bakery items and on our third day of fun, we even splurged for some $10.00 drinks from the saloon. Hey, it’s the experience that counts, right?

The next day Tom and I fished from Big Creek down river to Glacier Rim. Once again we caught some great Cutthroat Trout and Rainbows. Tom even accidentally hooked a Bull Trout which was huge! We carefully released it, making sure we didn’t touch it or remove it from the water.

While we were fishing, Linda, Sarah and Sherma drove up to Kintla Lake and explored that area. They got there early enough to snag a place to park.  All three agreed that it was a beautiful adventure and they had a wonderful time.

On the morning of the fourth day in camp, we got up early and went on what we called an early morning critter sightseeing drive.  We headed into the park in search of game. We saw the usual deer, rabbits, and squirrels. No bears, no cougars, no elk, just a lot of rabbits.

Our drive took us to Lake McDonald and up the Going to the Sun Highway. The drive is spectacular and I think you could never get tired of the views. We found a parking spot at Logan Pass Visitor Center (48.696059, -113.717791) and took a short hike. Sitting on a rock in the upper meadow was a large mountain goat, totally unconcerned by the people stopping to stare and take its picture. By the time we were ready to leave, the crowds had gotten huge. We loaded up for the drive down and Linda suddenly realized she had left the binoculars in the restroom. Off she scampered to see if they were still there. We got into the circling pattern of the parking space searchers and drove around and around waiting for Linda.

Sarah & Tom @ the Saloon @ Polebridge Mercantile & Bakery.
She returned empty handed.  There was nothing we could do but exit the holding pattern and head back down the mountain. We ended our trip with a drive into Hungry Horse for supplies, ice and huckleberry ice cream.

Back at camp we unloaded the rig and started dinner. Tom came over to Linda and handed her the binoculars. Turns out she had set them down in the back of the truck when she was petting Sal, Sarah’s dog, and Tom found them when he straightened up the back.

$10 drinks at the Saloon.
That evening I was beat. We had been going every day since we arrived and had not gotten to bed before 11:30 PM any night. Getting up early had done me in so I had to forgo the evening fireside and get some rest.

The next morning we loaded up, said our good byes and departed. We back over Thompson Pass avoiding all the chip seal work on I-90. It was a great week up at the group camp. This might just become an annual event. 




Kintla Lake
Sherma, Sarah and Sal.
Fishing the North Fork Flathead River.
Sunrise over the North Fork Flathead River.

Long days caught up with this guy.
Going to the Sun Highway vistas.






Goat.


Friday, June 23, 2017

Joe Again

One of Idaho's best fly-fishing rivers is the St. Joe. The wild cutthroat trout population is the draw and I am rarely disappointed when I get a chance to fish up there. Yesterday we drove up the river and launched our boats at the Huckleberry Campground.

Tom, Mark, and Jeff were in Tom's drift boat and I took my fishing cat up for the ride down river. The river was still a bit high but we had a good day of fishing. I had a little trouble at the start that affected my day on the water.When I got my gear on and went into the water to put on my fins, I found out that my new wading boots were bigger than my old boots and they did not fit on my feet. I had to float down without the flippers and that meant that my boat control was lessened greatly.

With the lack of control and added influence by Mother Nature (wind), I flowed on down the river a bit out of control.  The day was spent tending fishing lines, setting up for runs, and trying to provide the fish populations good drag free fly presentations. In my little cat, I swooped on down the river, plunking sculpin patterns along the bank. I had a ton of hits, but my connection average was a bit low. A great day of fishing ended up being downgraded to a good day, due to all the missed strikes. I sort of felt like the Mariners. Many times I thought I could hear the fish giggling as I sped by their holds.

In the end, I caught several real good fish and had many big hits that I couldn't handle. We spotted a moose in the brush, feeding by the river and one by the road on our way up to the put-in. I would call the day a great Idaho outing. Of course any day you get to play in the Idaho woods is a great day!

This is a 17" Cutthroat Trout. I had caught two fish just prior to this one and had set up my net and got my camera ready hoping to get a photo. I had to work fast but I was able to bring it in and get one really poor photo before releasing it. 
It was a fatty!

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Two Days on the Joe

It has come to this. We spent the last two days up the St. Joe River at Huckleberry Campground with Daren and Marcy Upchurch. I did not take a single photo during the entire trip.  I drove the camper up and then after Linda took care of some appointments her parents had, she joined us.

The water is high, but we fished quite a bit. Our first day was better the second. The wind blew real hard on Tuesday and that made fishing hard. Linda rested and read her book.

Wednesday we returned home and cleaned up the camper.  Quick trip, wish we could have stayed longer but Linda needed to attend a couple more parent appointments. Next trip I'll try to remember to use my camera.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Weather Changed, We Came Home

The rain was the topic of conversation on Thursday. We spent most of the day hanging out, taking walks and trying to stay dry. Linda and I went to Port Townsend and looked around. Linda found a consignment shop and bought a couple things. I think she might have spent $10.

We ended our evening at dinner with Don and Caroline. The Samuelsons always eat at least one meal at Hillbottom Pie when they are in Port Townsend. I was a bit confused because they serve pizza pies and they have a reputation for serving really good dessert pies. When we talked about pie, I was thinking pizza, but Don was talking strawberry-rhubarb pie. I ended up having clam chowder and salad. Both items were very good, by the way.

After dinner, we returned to the campground and set about getting ready to leave in the morning. I emptied all the gray and black water in the holding tanks and packed everything we could. 

We said our goodbyes and were headed out of town by 9:00 am the next morning. Our stay at Ft. Worden was very memorable and we will do it again some day.

Highway 101 lead us south and connected with I-5 north. Traffic was really bad all through the Olympia, Tacoma area and at times we were almost at a complete stop in bumper to bumper traffic. The traffic going north was much better then the poor traffic going south. It looked like they were stopped dead most of the time, as we crept on and eventually got up to speed.

The pass was a race to the top and then a bumper to bumper speed race down the other side. We filled up with fuel in Ellensburg and then drove down to the Columbia River at Vantage, where we turned south and found Wanapum State Park two miles downriver. They charged us $40 for the camp spot, but I was too tired to keep going. We set up, ate dinner and walked about. By 9:30 pm we were asleep.

Morning coffee was quick and painless. We packed up and were on the road for the final leg home. We drove non-stop to our front door. As we backed in to unload, Linda was connecting with friends to get out camping this week. All I could do was smile and head inside to the restroom.

Click here for a link to our photo album of this trip.


Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Olympics and Sea Level

The first view of the Olympics and Hurricane Ridge.
We mentioned that the drive we selected from Ocean Shores to Salt Creek Recreation Area was a bit curvy, and I feel I need to mention that the drive from Salt Creek Recreation Area to Olympic National Park was once again a bit curvy and steep. That is the way when following the “path less followed.”

The truck was a champ and chugged up the mountains and into one of the most beautiful panoramas you could ask for. The Olympics stretched out in front of us on one side of the ridge and more peaks plus the Strait of Juan de Fuca, Vancouver Island and our neighbor, Canada, on the other side.
We took more photos than necessary, climbed back into the truck, put it in low gear and chugged back down and on to Ft. Worden State Park
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Linda and I had barely gotten our camper set up when Don and Caroline, followed by their friend, Linda, pulled in. We helped them get some of their gear set up and then went for a walk. I have to admit our weather has been amazing during our entire trip over to the coast.

Mt. Baker from Olympic National Park.
The next couple days were filled with bike rides and exploring. The weather held as we took in Ft. Worden and Port Townsend. On Tuesday the sun was ringed with a halo, everyone said it was a sign of incoming bad weather.

Wednesday we drove into Port Townsend to look around and found ourselves right in the middle of the staging area for the Race to Alaska. This race is a 750-mile non-motorized vessel race from Port Townsend to Ketchikan, Alaska. Linda and I had read a very good article in Outside Magazine after the first year’s race. We were excited to see that it was taking place starting at 5 am on Thursday. We walked around the downtown area and listened to the various participants chat as they set up their boats. Everyone was very excited.

At noon we got a bit hungry so we went to the boatyard area of Port Townsend and found a little dive café called the Blue Moose. We had a great lunch there before we went back to the camper.  A pretty eventful day; the sun was still out, but there is a change coming. 
Family portraits (Above and below.)




Point Wilson Light.
Tolles Bunker.
Linda at Benson Bunker along Gun Line Road.
There were many deer on Artillery Hill.
Mt. Baker from a gun placement at Ash Bunker.
Riding Gun Line Road.
Boats competing in the R2AK.
Strait of Juan de Fuca.
The sign of our weather changing.
Lunch at the Blue Moose Cafe.