Monday, June 29, 2009

CAMPING AT LAKE ROOSEVELT



When you are finished reading of our camping adventure, go to website links on the left side of the page and click on "Lance Family Website" to view a photo slideshow of our trip. Once you are on our family website, click on the page "Lake Roosevelt Camping." The slideshow includes pictures of scenery, eagles, and our family. This slideshow is also accompanied by music, so turn on those speakers. Enjoy.
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Thinking of camping always lingers in the backs of our minds as an activity during any free time we might have as a family. Beginning the summer season of our camping endeavors found us at Lake Roosevelt, named for President Theodore Roosevelt. The lake is a manmade lake, held back by Coulee Dam, built to serve as a water resource for the whole basin east of the Cascades, fed by the Columbia River. Driving along the scenic route will take travelers by the famous Soap Lake area. This lake is known for its minerals world wide and visitors will come to the rustic spas around the lake. One might also find visitors and locals alike caked in the mud from the bottom of the lake as a means of cleansing their skin.
After Soap Lake a visit to the Lenore Caves leads adventurers on a short hike up to caves that Indians once used, that are now occupied by rattlesnakes in the heat of the summer. Inside the caves explorers can still find pictographs left by Indian tribes.
On up the road a stop at Steamboat Rock on Banks Lake provides swimming, wildlife viewing, and other activities. If a person wanted to they could stop and spend the night at the camp grounds. Just make sure reservations are made ahead of time. Our family spent quite a bit of time at Steamboat Rock last summer during July and August. The kids loved swimming and the island on which they could play. After a refreshing, brisk swim, a science study awaits at the Dry Falls Visitor Center.
Dry Falls provides historical, ecological, and geological information about the Coulee Corridor and the development of Coulee Dam. Dry Falls area is the location at which a mini-Niagra once existed, just without the light show. Overlooking the basin from up top at the visitor's center creates an awe inspiring view. The visitor's center also tells the story of what is known as the Missoula Flood that supposedly came down from Montana and was what helped carve out the area where the Columbia River now flows. How the river has been utilized can be found at the Grand Coulee Dam, approximately another 45 minutes north of Dry Falls.
Grand Coulee Dam was built during President Roosevelt's time in office. It is a massive piece of construction that was built during WWII to help with water supply for the Coulee Corridor. A lazer light show provides visitors with a dazzling event of colorful lights and a narration consisting of the history of this area and the building of the dam. Lake Roosevelt is a part of this gigantic project.
Lake Roosevelt is held back by Coulee Dam and runs 155 miles in length to the north, near the border of Canada and the U.S. Twenty-seven campgrounds provide campers with campsites that range from desert sage brush to forrested, more mountainous terrain. The Lake Roosevelt area serves mostly those who enjoy water and boating activity. We camped at Hunters Campground, about 2.5 hours from Moses Lake, approximately half way between the most southern and northern tips of the lake. Trails and backcountry access is not available, at least from the campsites or along the road. Most of the surrounding areas, even within the mountainsides are farms, ranches, and private land, prohibiting public access into the wilderness. If one became more familiar with the area and knew people, there might possibly be ways into the wilderness from privately owned properties.
We woke up on Friday morning to a blanket of clouds that looked like it could rain. We had checked the weather the prior weekend and the forecast called for sunshine and warm weather. The clouds caused us to re-check the weather forecast which quickly changed to mostly cloudy and chances of rain and thunderstorms all weekend. Toss up: do we go, or do we stay? The kids worked hard packing up the camper, food had been put into the coolers, and all was ready to go. The decision to go anyway and take our chances was unanimous. A barbecue for the end of the week at vacation Bible school at which Spencer had volunteered offered one delay out of a number, prohibiting us from leaving town at our designated time. At 3:00 pm we finally hit the road, ready for whatever lay ahead. In Moses Lake clouds separated exposing sunshine and blue skies, ahead the blackest of black clouds awaited our arrival. It seemed as if we were chasing a storm and upon arriving in the little town of Davenport, about 1.5 hours from Moses Lake the rain began to pound the windows of the car: Nature's carwash as our daughter called it. All we could do was laugh at what seemed to be our lot for the weekend...Rain and perhaps thunderstorms. Lake Roosevelt came into sight about another hour later, and suddenly the skies opened up above us as if God began parting the sea of black clouds, allowing for a hole of sunshine and puffy white balls to welcome us to a haven of rest for two days.
We arrived at Hunters Campground at which point the kids could barely contain their excitement, immediately jumping out of the car to find the perfect spot for their tent. They found it between two trees and made sure the door faced towards the lake. No longer do Dale and I need to be solely in charge of camp set-up. For two teenagers the idea of setting up camp on their own holds amusement and pleasure. We watched as they both set up the camper and their tent. We got to set up the fun gadgets that were purchased a couple of years ago, but had notvyet been put to use. The evening found us sitting near a campfire, relaxing while watching lightening afar off provide us with God's light show. Rain did not make its appearance, nor did thunder. Marshmallows roasted, tummies full, relaxed and sleepy, we enjoyed a night in the great outdoors.
Dale and I awoke Saturday morning about 6:00 am to the sounds of our children no longer able to sleep, making a campfire on their own. What a nice way to wake up! Dale and I were able to take a morning stroll along the lake's path while we left the kids back at camp. Two eagles had made their nest in the top of one of the trees near the campground, and during our walk, one was sitting in the nest and the other was perched out on the limb as if to say good morning to us as we passed. These eagles were white breasted sea eagles. Then out of nowhere, another eagle flew and perched itself in a tree nearby overlooking the lake. Quickly we switched our camera lenses, slowly made our way to the bank of the lake near the eagle's location and received a thrill of being able to photograph this beautiful bird in the tree. As if that was not exciting enough, the eagle decided to fly over the lake allowing us the pleasure of a photoshoot as he spread his wings and soared against the morning skies. This eagle was a bald eagle. What an experience.
After breakfast, drinking coffee, and relaxing a bit, there still existed a chill in the air even though the sun was shining. We all decided to take a drive further north up the lake to Kettle Falls. The campground at Kettle Falls sits right on the lake, a little more room between sites, but trees are a little more sparse within the campground itself. The scenic views held more fascination at Hunters, but being right on the lake could be enjoyable. We fell in love with the town of Kettle Falls. It's small and very cute, about an hour from the border into Canada. It sits right in the middle of more mountainous terrain in which farms and ranches dot the hillsides all around. We could imagine ourselves living there, if employment was not an issue. Driving back to camp, ominous looking clouds caused us to wonder if perhaps storms did not await us upon our return. Deep green pastures, a blue lake, and mountains against black clouds create a very picturesque scene. Another spotting of eagles caused us to pull over to the side of the road, and this time we viewed and photographed what is known as the golden eagle. Three types of eagles on one trip aroused quite an excitement in all of us. Pleasantly the sunshine provided warmth enough when we arrived back at camp for the kids to swim the rest of the afternoon, while Dale and I lounged in our chairs. He remarked that he did not remember the last time he had time to just sit for a length of time and shut his eyes. A very much needed respite.
Dinner consisted of homemade stew and homemade rolls with s'mores for dessert. Dressed in pj's and wrapped up in blankets, we enjoyed chapters read aloud from "The Lost Princess" by George MacDonald, the last book in this series. Eyes heavy and everyone cozy, we made our way to bed with sleep quickly coming upon us.
Sunday morning brought with it a blanket of clouds and a wind that whispered rain. We woke up about 6:30 am, and by 8:00 we decided that perhaps we better pack things up earlier than we planned if we wanted to get everything home "dry." Leisurely drinking our hot beverages, taking trips to the dock, and packing up in between, by 10:00 all had been packed neatly away. No sooner had the camper been cranked down and the final items put into the car, the rain began to fall. Perhaps we did not get to stay as long a time on Sunday, but God had been good to give us the time we desperately needed together as a family. By 1:00 we arrived home, unpacked our gear and enjoyed a leisurely day at home with Dale, celebrating Father's Day. We couldn't think of a better way to begin our summer activities

BILLY CLAPP LAKE HIKE

Billy Clapp Lake is approximately 10 miles outside of Soap Lake, Washington. The trail begins at the boat launch, immediately climbing to a vista of the lake and the basalt cliffs that surround this pristine area. Upon arriving at the boat launch one might instantly think that this lake is full of boaters. The lake is large enough that from the top of the cliffs, a person may only see two or three boats at a time. There are quiet coves to pull into, providing places to bathe in the sun or take a refreshing swim. If you are daring, you might try diving off of one of the cliffs into the deeper sections of the lake. The trail itself has an elevation increase of 300 feet within a two and a half mile stretch. Even though this is not strenuous, there is good reason for the suggestion to hike in spring and early summer. By 11:00 temperatures had already risen to 85 degrees in the middle of June. Desert wildflowers were at the end of their peak season, but a few remained behind for our enjoyment. Caves could be seen all along the cliffs, homes for the vast number of coyotes that roam these hills. Deer droppings on the trail offered more evidence that life is prevalent, even in the desert. Everyone enjoyed lunch and dipping their feet into the lake before returning back to the trailhead. Our family took the luxury of swimming in the designated swimming area for a couple of hours to end the day. Please go to the link on the left side of the page for our family website to view a photo slide show of another desert hike. This slide show will contain many more photos than shown in the youtube video that you can also find under the video links section.

STRAWBERRY WILDERNESS



August of 2006 found us llama packing into the Strawberry Wilderness in Eastern Oregon with the Staubs. This entry comes from a journal written at that time about our trip. A visual trip down memory lane in a slide show format awaits your viewing pleasure.Fajitas, campfires, woodsy smell, good friends, what a way to begin our backpack trip into the Strawberry Wilderness, a place I have wanted to go for so long. A deer trekked through our campsite I think attempting to drink from the creek not more than 50 feet from our site. Tomorrow we begin our travels and for a first it will be with four llamas.Didn't get much sleep. Was wide awake at least two hours after everyone turned in for the night. Blankets full of sand must have been from our coast trip earlier this summer. Washed my face, brushed my teeth in glacier water, which refreshed and woke me up a bit. I took a few minutes of solitude to read portions of the Bible and to write. Saw a deer this morning as he was eating breakfast amongst the trees near camp...must have been 5:30 or 6:00 a.m.I am sitting on a rock almost directly in the creek. The sound of rushing waters cutting and forming its way over and through the rocks is loud enough to cause me to get lost in a world that could take me far from the chaos, business, and daily events that flood my life. I sat down and immediately began to feel a wave of peace and calm as if the waters were washing away every day life as I know it presently, refreshing my soul with new vitality. How I long to have a quiet place near a creek, river, lake, or stream.Four miles and four or five hours later, blistered feet, swollen ankle and exhausted beyond all imagination, we made it to our campsite. Approximately 1500 feet in elevation from when we began at 9:00 a.m. this morning. Not bad for two children 10 and 11, and for myself having not been on such a trek as this in quite some time having spent hours on her butt studying for the past two years. The llamas' stamina and capabilities also tested, they succeeded and passed.Oh, the cool water soothed my tired and hot feet, relieving the swelling a bit in my ankle. Flip flops must be the best invention yet, letting your feet breath and feel the freedom from the confinement they experience in the tight laced boots.Our camp was set between two mountain lakes in a basin that resembled a volcanic bowl in the middle of what seems to have been one very incredibly beautiful peak. Both lakes were fresh water lakes and provided us two meals of fresh trout. Behind the upper lake the only company we had were the mountain goats. A person could cut the peace and quiet with a knife, and the knife would get enveloped into it as in a science-fiction story, absorbed into the liquidy bubble traveling into another world. We did not meet anyone on the trail, nor did we see anyone until our return trip. Four days of solitude except for family and friends was heaven itself.The smell of fresh air, the warmth of the sun on the trees, the sounds of birds and lapping of water against the lake banks, the quiet gurgling of the creek fed by the upper lake, and the coolness of the shade, the warmth of the sun upon ones skin, all is what life was meant to be: Only to exist and enjoy the world which God created. I could live here! I could stay here. How I wish I never would have to ever go home.Most backpack trips consist of granola bars, dried fruit, and dry packages of meals only requiring water to be added. It was decided that we all would and could eat in style since the llmas could carry almost everything we needed. Our guide also made certain all comforts of home would be provided within reason. Two large dome tents became home for the next four days. A kitchen of sorts, set up under a tarp consisted of a fold-out table, stools, a water flitering system, pots/pans, and all kitchen supplies. Food was kept fresh in a near by mountain creek. An outdoor shower with the efforts of Joe and Dale provided a simple, but pleasureable place to clean the dust and dirt off our bodies with the water warmed by the heat of the sun. There is nothing quite as exhilirating as taking a shower in the great outdoors. The cool breezes that brush against one's skin, until the warmth of the water against the coolness brings goose bumps causing pleasant little shivers up and down the skin. The tingling sensation that arises from the breezes and coolness of the air as it touches the wet skin causes a person to feel energized and refreshed once again. Putting warm, dry clothes on afterwards enhances the experience as comfort, coziness, and peace invades the soul.Campfires are always a favorite, whether kept going throughout a day as a dutch oven slowly bakes a sweet aromatic dessert or perhaps a roast, while a book is read, maybe a nap enjoyed, or whether the fire burns at night, sending sparks of oranges and reds into the black night from flames that provide warmth and light by which stories are shared, discussions of life invoke stimulating conversation, or one is alone with their own thoughts. Sections of "Undaunted Courage" were read aloud either by Joe or Brenda, laughter was shared, stories exchanged, ideas discussed, sticks carved and popcorn was popped. I can't think of a better place to build and deepen relationships than around a good ole' fashioned campfire.Daily hikes found us at the top of the world, or so it seemed, although we all knew higher places loomed over us. We scrounged through brush to reach a waterfall, some of us getting scraped more than others. Desert wildflowers adorned the fields and mountain sides. The hot sun baked our skin. Streams of sweat trickled down our faces. Smiles spread across our faces at the thought of the memories we were creating and the bond of friendships that were deepening through the exhiliration of the experience accompanied by the joy of just being together. Our children's thrill of accomplishment towards challenges placed before them, conquering fears, reaching heights of 8500 feet in elevation, and determination yieded a sense of pride and exaltation among us as parents, and our friends who experienced the children's overwhelming enthusaism towards all that encompassed their victories.One morning, early after having a few moments of solitude by the lake, Pam and I meandered down a trail paralleling the upper lake until we reached the creek and the foot of the rocky mountain side, upon which one of the mountian goats had made its appearance, grazing in the small meadows high above amidst the rocks. No, they were not just rocks, as one might think of shale that sometimes covers such places. Rather the rocks were boulders, most of magnificent size. After retrieving the food from the creek needed for breakfast, we went back to camp, only for me to quickly gather camera and lens, and put on proper foot wear. I was determined to make my way over those boulders just to see how near I could get to this goat. My climbing did not seem to bother him much, only causing a glance towards my direction every so often. I can only imagine what he thought of this strange creature who looked awkward and so many times off balance in what was every day surroundings for him. However, I did make it succesfully to the first meadow at which point a bit of nervousness must have unsettled this magnificent creature's sense of security for he began to slowly climb further up. He did not move exceedingly fast, stopping to graze and partake of the breakfast God had provided for him. I was allowed to make it approximately within one hundred yards, close enough to see how large this animal truly was, with his stomach almost touching the ground. With my telephoto lens I carefully, but quickly shot as many pictures as I could before returning back to camp. As I turned to head back down the mountainside, the sunrise encaptured me, leaving me breathless and in awe. Part of me wished I could share this experience with someone, and yet it was mine alone, something to share in words, but the experience itself will forever be solely mine. Perhaps this is selfish, but I can't help but think that God allows us to have these moments with Him as a way of breaking through barriers that tend to block true intimacy with our Savior. It's His way of opening our hearts to receive a glimpse of heaven, of eternity, and timelessness in a state of complete spiritual nakedness. Time does not exist in a moment like this. The world seems to stop spinning for a while. No one, or nothing is between you and your Creator. It's a sense of vulnerability being alone witnessing the Creator of the universe displaying His handiwork before your very eyes. My God gave me a glimpse of His holiness and beauty that morning, and it will be as vivid and real to me on my death bed as it was this August morning.Upon the final night we were to spend at this glorious place, everyone agreed these four days in these mountains had been the best vacation spent at any time in our lives. It continues to be remembered with great affection and often comes up in conversation when we all get together. It's difficult to think another such event could ever top this experience, but I am sure that more good times will be had in the future. This particular one will forever though, hold a special place in all our hearts. There is comfort and a gladness that accompanies the knowledge that this time can never and will never be repeated or replaced, foever permanently engraved upon our minds and hearts.