Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go. Robert Service — The Call of the Wild
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Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go. Robert Service — The Call of the Wild |
Day 9, Friday, July 20, 2012. This is being written at 11:42pm. Although it is light enough to see to write this, the sky is heavy, low and thunder is echoing in the distance.
| This morning at 6:20am the skies were clear but no sunshine had worked into our cirque. Today is a rest day and that means laundry. Time to head to the local laundramat. Washed my pants, my shirt, several pair of underwear and socks and a bandana and hung them out to dry in the sun. As the day warmed up we all took an opportunity to bathe. I washed my hair and shaved. Holy cow, what a difference that makes – I feel great! |
| At noon I walked out to a flat esker by the lake and did a solid hour of yoga – the LoY week 16-17 practice. With Keele peak at my back and the McKenzie Mountains rising across the Hess river valley it felt very spiritual. | |
| After lunch and lazing around camp, Steve and Sandy became very secretive and told us they had some treats for us. Originally, we were all supposed to bring one or more special food treats local to our region. The first items were some giant dates Steve had brought from Natural Foods. They were rich, succulent and very sweet. Then Sandy brought out the treat that John had intended to bring: Spaceman food! Freeze-dried ice-cream sandwiches! They were delicious! |  |
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Later in the day we all went fishing and everyone was successful. Sandy pulled several nice fish out of the confluence where the glacial stream dumped into the lake. Steve and Phil caught several large fish each, and I caught two respectable lake trout on the Copper John flies that were so successful on our first trip back in 2007. Everyone had a great evening fishing the lake. | Tomorrow, weather permitting, we plan to hike up to the source of the waterfall above camp. We have always speculated that there should be a lake up there behind it, but the map does not show any large bodies of water up there. With so much water flowing down, it seems there must be more than a stream to feed it. Tomorrow we will find out. Tonight, at 11:51pm, it's still light outside and a nice little rain shower has started. Very soothing. |  |
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| John's freeze dried ice cream sandwiches were a hit |
| photographer: Sandra Moore |
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| Sandy's Lake Trout |
| photographer: Bill Moore |
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| Sandy isn't really on fire. She is, however, very good at getting the evening campfire going. |
| photographer: Bill Moore |
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| Every evening we had a cheery campfire. Steve looks grumpy because he had to wait until the fire was going before he could have any scotch. |
| photographer: Bill Moore |
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