
Suazanne and I at the trail head
At last I was able to unfold myself from the car for good! After 20 hours of driving from our home in Battleground Washington to the Big Horn Crags trailhead in central Idaho. Packed in a jeep with 3 adults and one baby in a car seat, I was more than eager to arrive at our destination. We arrived late that night, about 11:00 PM, and the chill in the air painfully reminded me that I had forgotten to bring my long sleeve wool shirt. Great! I thought this is going to be one long trip. We were going to be at 10,000 feet above sea level; even though the day was hot, as soon as the sun went down things would get really cold fast. I was already starting to shiver, but with 17 other people in our expedition with ages ranging from 8 months to 68 years, you can imagine the chaos. I found what looked like a flat spot and started setting up our bed, when I heard dad complaining about leaving his coat home too. Oh boy, I thought this is going to be quite to trip, what else did we forget? That night I found out what I had thought was a flat spot was more like the side of a mountain. Sure helped me get an early start on my day though! I’m convinced that good beds are not conducive to building strong character.

Me at Welcom Lake
Day 1:
By morning we were all ready for the journey, and after a nice big breakfast of bacon and eggs we started down the trail. Little did I know that 10 days later I would be coming back the same trail carrying almost twice as much weight! I was greatly relieved though to discover that I had not forgotten my shirt! It was stuffed in a corner of my pack. Praise the Lord! Maybe things won’t be so bad after all. After 7 miles of hard hiking Suzanne and I were the first to arrive at Welcome Lake – 45 minutes ahead of the others. Whew! I thought, now for some rest. Ha! Think again! I quickly dove for my bug spray and began feverishly drenching myself, wishing I had bought the large bottle instead of the smaller one. I have never seen worse mosquitoes in my life, not even on the rest of the trip. When dad came, he said “good, that means the fish will be huge because they have plenty to eat.” I thought – that means there probably aren’t any fish because the mosquitoes aren’t getting eaten. Ha! ha! The optimist verses the pessimist. Maybe I should learn to be a little more optimistic

Rachel was glad to see me again
Day 2:
The next day we went on a day hike to some higher lakes to the northwest of Welcome called Heart Lake and Terrace Lakes, I could have stayed there for the rest of the trip just because there were hardly any mosquitoes, but that night Suzanne and I moved our camp to the other side of Welcome were it was a little higher and further from the water. The Mosquitoes were still pretty bad there but it was a big relief from where we were at first. David’s family moved with us too, but the rest wanted to stay so the group was divided in half. That night we wanted to roast some marshmallows, but the other group had all the food so Michael and I sneaked over to get some without them noticing. They had said a long time ago that they were going to bed so I thought our mission should be fairly easy to accomplish, but when we got there they were still up telling stories by the fire side, and the food was hung in direct line of sight of the fire. Oh boy, this is going to take awhile I told Michael. We crawled on our stomachs, inching our way across the open trail for nearly half an hour, and arrived under the food undetected. I decided that we might be able to wait till they went to bed, but at 9:30 they showed no sign of turning in for the night and we had been out for over 45 minutes. Dad threw another log on the fire, and I thought – that’s it, we’re going to just have to do the best we can. The stories are getting boring anyway, and the others are going to start worrying about us soon. I thought they might send someone over to ask if they had seen us, but then they started whistling across the lake thinking we had gotten lost.

Tarrace Lakes Pass
Great! Now we’re for sure going to get busted I whispered to Michael. There was a little commotion and dad yelled “HEY!” across the lake but then things settled down again and I decided we’d better make our move. Standing behind the tree trunk I grabbed the rope and started slowly pulling down on the bag that I wanted, but the others were so heavy it wouldn’t budge. I knew if I pulled harder the rope would squeak so I gave Michael a stick and told him to push up on the other bags but without stepping out of the shadow of the tree trunk. He pushed while I pulled, and sure enough the rope squeaked! Flash lights came on while Michael and I froze solid, stick in the air and everything. The bag I wanted was now a whole foot closer to me, but they didn’t seem to notice anything wrong so they turned their lights off and I took a deep breath. Whew! That was close! Our group started whistling again, so after patiently waiting for things to die down we gave it another try. This time the bag came all the way down, and dad said Something’s in our food we better go check it out.” Flash lights started coming our way. By this time I was wondering if the marshmallows were even worth it, and decided to run for it if I couldn’t find them in the bag. I had seen were they were in the bag when they hung it, so my hand went right for them, and we made a break as fast as we could. We didn’t turn our light on till we were a good ways from camp, and I lost the trail for a little bit, but we were soon on our way back. Dad starting yelling and lighting off fire crackers to make us think he had a gun. He was still yelling and shooting fire crackers when we got back to camp. Suzanne, Brooklyn, and Rachel, were very glad to see us, they were sure something had happened to us. We stayed up for several hours that night and had a good time.

Ship ahoy!
Day 3:
The following day we planned on hiking North 6 or 7 miles to Big Clear Lake, but the trail was too treacherous for the small children and we ended up staying at Wilson Lake a few miles short. I got bored and decided to build a little raft. It worked pretty well, but was really hard to paddle so I abandon ship and did something else.
Day 4:
David’s family left early for Reflection Lake 7 Miles south, while dad, Matthew, Mariya, and Faith went on to Big Clear to catch golden trout, a rare type of trout that only live above 10,000 feet. Suzanne and I stayed in camp for the day with Jeremiah and went exploring around the area and played Frisbee. We got rained on a little, and got to see some lightning, but that was about all.

The kids playing in the medow on the way to Echo Lake
Day 5:
Mariya and Faith were wiped out from their day hike to Big Clear, but David’s family were expecting us at Reflection that night so to keep them from wondering what was going on Suzanne and I went to Welcome; picked up the stashed food for the remainder of the trip and went on to reflection. That was one grueling hike! We had to climb over a high ridge, and when we got to the top of the ridge we could see Reflection Lake seemingly clear on the other side of the world. Boy was I ever glad when we got to camp!

My wooden spoon and spatula
Day 6:
We had a nice slow day, with a beautiful day hike to Echo and Turquoise Lakes. I got board and started carving some pine root that looked liked it should be a wooden spoon, and then latter carved out a spatula too.That was lots of fun!

Rams Horn
Day 7:
We headed for Paragon, but ended up staying at Ram’s horn, which is just short of Paragon about a mile. It didn’t take us long to get there, so we spent the afternoon swimming, and skipping rocks.
Day 8:
Dad, David, Mathew and Mariya, and a few of the boys went on a day hike to Paragon to fish, While the rest of us spent the day swimming and just having a good time pretty much – For me, swimming is about a fun as it gets.

A relaxing day at Ram's Horn
Day 9:
Storm clouds blew in about 1:00 AM. Lightning was flashing all around us, with a strong warm wind, but it never rained. The air was so fresh and strangely warm that I became wide awake about 4:00 AM and went for a walk. While I was walking the clouds cleared away, so I got to sit a watch the full moon reflecting a cross the lake. It must have been something about the full moon, the warm wind ruffling through my hair, with the distant flashes of lightning; at any rate I decided to go for an early morning swim. What a great way to start the day! I’ll take that over coffee any day. I got a nice fire going, and pretty soon Brooklyn and Elizabeth joined Suzanne and I for an early morning of Bible reading. We latter headed back to Reflection had camped there again
for our last night out.

Our version of pack mules!
Day 10:
We made the 15 mile trek to the trail head, and headed home.