This weekend my hubby, Mike, and I went for a day hike to Camas Lake. The 2.7 mile hike is considered “easy”. The distance and elevation certainly are, however, parts of the trail are rather rocky.
This is Mike. I like Mike! Mike likes to hike. Hike, Mike, hike!
It took about and hour to hike to the first lake..well, it took exactly 1 hour and 9 minutes. I set my stopwatch for everything, now. It seems to annoy others. (Bonus!)
I was having fun at the first lake. I caught two little fish right away, and the views were spectaculariscious! We climbed around the lake to another fishing spot. The rocks varied in size from little microwaves to the size of an SUV. It was slow going and certainly involved some crawling and climbing.
You can't tell from this picture, but trust me, these are big rocks!
Mike told me there were 2nd and 3rd unnamed lakes above Camas. He hadn’t been there in a number of years and told me it was “rocky”. Because someone was camped along the trail we tried to circumnavigate around them by climbing over boulders. I will admit, I got scared when I realized I had climbed a boulder with about a 25 foot crevice around it. The campers called out to us to come through their camp, which we did. By then my arms and legs were shaking a bit with fatigue.
We hiked up the trail and went to the right, following some cairns. (A cairn is a rock pile other hikers leave as a guidepost). Because we went to the right, I had to cross wet talus. These were huge sheets of wet and slippery rock. I will admit I began to panic a bit and snapped at Mike as he tried to help me navigate. I crawled through a particularly slippery spot. At one point he asked if I wanted to go back. By then I could see the top of the rise where the 2nd lake lay and so I told him, “Well, I already came this far” and continued to scramble upward.
Wet Talus...Or as I call it, "The Devil's Waterslide".
The lake had experienced a wildfire sometime recently and was blackened all around us. It was breath-takingly beautiful and rugged and I may have seen a mountain goat, (I forgot my binoculars). So it was just a white blob on the cliff. The fishing was good, and I caught 6 little fish out of one hole, I think because I sing this song to the fishes:
Fishy, fishy in the brook,
come and bite my dainty hook.
We were visited by “Camp-Robbers” (aka Clark’s Nutcracker) and an Osprey flying overhead with his or her catch of the day.
(While I did not take this picture…this one is just like what I saw. I am afraid to take overhead pictures of birds, lest they poop in my mouth).
I was dreading the hike down thinking I would have to scoot down on my hands and butt. However, we hiked back down following different cairns we hadn’t seen on the way up. I was able to walk down easily after cheating death on the way up.
Wow, this is almost too easy!
My much improved attitude improved further when my husband suggested McD’s on the way home and their most delicious soft served ice-cream cones. After the adrenaline rush of the climb to the 2nd lake, a little cone of vanilla goodness was just right!
(FYI: It took 1 hours and 3 minutes to hike out………………………………)