We headed up the Parks Highway (names for George Parks, not Denali National Park, even though that is the direction it heads) to follow little blue lines that we had seen on Google Maps. We found a place where the power lines cross the creek. This is usually a good spot to access the water.
Many other places I have fished have lots of private property preventing a person from accessing the water. Here, you really just can’t get to the water. The bushes are too thick, the mud is too deep, and there are no trails. It is perfect. When you do get to the water, you might be on a cliff too high to fish properly. The other side of the river always seems to look better than wherever I am standing.
Plus, there is the added bonus that I am always looking over my shoulder for wildlife. Maybe something to see that is cool, maybe making sure that nothing is going to attack me. Either way, I feel like I am always looking out for something. We found a piece of water that looked like it would have some fish. The water was higher than we wanted though. It was muddy. There were hardly any bugs (except the mosquitoes). There had to be fish here.
It was too early in the season for anything salmon related. No eggs yet. No flesh unless it was left over from last year. These are meat eating trout. It was time to swing some streamers. The bigger and uglier the better.Somehow, we fooled them again. Total solitude. Hungry fish. The fear of being attacked by wildlife overcome. Mosquitoes swatted. Headed home, we felt accomplished. Rugged. Alaskan like. Bear spray safely in the car unused, we stopped by Starbucks for our usual chai lattes. We aren’t that rugged.As the fishing season starts to heat up, my heart races more and more before each adventure starts. Every time that we step outside, I am amazed at what we see.
With a day off, fishing was on my brain. Weird, I know. Trout fishing in Western Washington is terrible. It is worse in the winter. We allegedly have steelhead here, but the number of native returning fish is diminishing. Despite all of this bad news, we headed to the middle fork of the Snoqualmie River hoping for a few small fish. The river was too fast to cross safely and we never saw a fish.
Feeling like a pretty poor angler I thought that there must be some place to catch something. There are rumors of squid in Puget Sound. We rounded the troops and hit the Edmonds pier at about midnight. We wore almost every piece of clothing that we had. It began snowing. There was a full moon (bad for squidding), the tide was super low (bad for squidding), and a baby harbor seal eating something below us (bad for squidding). Needless to say, we did not catch any squid.
Nursing school starts in a couple of weeks. (I am only mildly freaking out.) We needed one last vacation before things get serious. We packed up the car and headed East.
Lando and I enjoying tea at our campsite in Idaho. The Lochsa River was only steps from the tent.Amanda slaying cutties in the rain. We stopped in Walla Walla on the way. We heard the fruit is delectable. Amanda even let me catch a couple of fish. This was one of my favorites. He took a Rory made fly after a long cast.There was more than just fish when we made it to Missoula. Amanda with her humpy.
About an hour outside of Seattle is Wallace Falls. It is an easy and fun hike that gets crowded in the summer. The hike starts by walking under high voltage power lines which you can hear cracking and buzzing for a while.
Shortly after that you turn into a young hemlock forest that really makes you feel like you are in the northwest. There are lots of waterfalls and it looks a bit like Hawai’i. There is also a lot of access for fishing, so look out for more posts about that!
I think that many people try to find awesome things far away from home. Think of all of the exotic destinations that you daydream about. There are probably many things/places close to home that are incredible. There is allegedly a natural spring within walking distance from our house. It is called Licton Springs. From Seattle Parks and Recreation:
Licton Springs was once a healing center for Native Americans, who constructed sweat lodges and bathed in the mineral waters of the springs. After pioneer David Denny built a cabin near the springs in 1870, hundreds of settlers drove for miles to immerse themselves in the spring water and in the mud.
There was certainly a lot of water flowing through the park. Unfortunately, it was from one culvert to another. It looked like a sewer pipe dumping water into a park and collecting it at the other side. To add insult to injury there were plenty of homeless looking people passed out or drinking in groups at some of the nicest looking spots. I am not saying that they shouldn’t enjoy it, on the contrary, I hope it is healing to them, but I was afraid to walk through the whole park in the middle of the day. Even with my guard dog.
Jason and I hit Rattlesnake Lake on a beautiful morning to see if the new carping pole would work. This summer, it is on! Poling around mud flats while sweating and being eaten by mosquitos sounds fantastic right about now.
There are many trees that used to grow tall until we needed more water. The trees were cut down and a dam was installed. The stumps are still visible.
There are lots of hiking trails around the lake, so the parking lot fills up fast. There were not many people on the water though.
The lake was recently featured in new local hit maker Macklemore’s latest video: