So Freddy and I have done nothing lately. Nada. Zero. Zip.
Been staying at membership campgrounds interspersed with visits to Brother Mike’s house.
Hey, it is cold and wet (thank you) here in socal. And the friggin holidays are upon us. Happy Happy Joy Joy. Whatever.
So let us set the wayback machine to 2009. Before I started this blog. Before Freddy was a wink in his daddy dog’s eye.
Get on your flying carpet, grab an adult beverage, and we will travel to the Sawtooth Mountains in Idaho and Glacier National Park in Montana.
Won’t be a lot of words here like I usually do, just some cool pics. Stoking the camping jones.
Yep. Let’s go.
At the top of the pass, looking towards the Sawtooth Mountains.
Over a few more mountain passes and you will find yourself at Little Redfish Lake.
If you are lucky you might find a spot at the non-reservable campground. I did.
Launched the canoe, gazed at the view, and plotted the paddling path for the next day.
After a few hours of work in my latest office.
Yeah, life is a bitch.
There are several lakes in the Sawtooth National Recreation Area. as well as a handfull of campgrounds. You can find those pics on campsitephotos.com.
Redfish Lake was just up the road. Or a decent portage like I did.
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. For photographers, nothing beats the dawn or sunset. Magic Hour.
Just around the corner is the tiny town of Stanley and Stanley Lake.
There is a campground where the river feeds into the lake called Stanley Inlet. Go there. Seriously. nothing better.
Just stare at that pic for a bit…
And then stop by Aturas Lake on your way back to Redfish Lake which has a great lodge for food and drinks.
Once again, I did that.
Only spent two weeks here in 2009. Should have been two months.
Let’s head north to Montana. Glacier National Park. For a little bit.
Apgar campground doesn’t take reservations like nearby Fish Creek but you had best get there early in the day for a campsite. There were long lines at the entrance staion by nine in the morning in August and they will let you know campsite availability.
Glacier National Park is actually divided into two halves on the American side. (The Canadian side is called Waterton)
The “Going to the Sun Road” bridges the gap.
Yes, that cut line near the bottom of the photo is the road. No vehicles over 21 feet in length are allowed.
And even then you might run into traffic. The road is covered with a dozen feet of snow in the winter so the only time the crews can repair it is in the summer.
Still, the views are better than driving the 405 through Los Angeles.
Before you know it spring will be here for you fair weather campers.
Light a campfire. If allowed.
And then sit by the shore of your favorite lake.
Freddy and I will be hitting the desert tomorrow. After the recent rains there might be some flowers blooming. Or aliens approaching.
Regards,
Greg and Freddy
Oh, Freddy wanted a pic in this post so here it is.
He was nine weeks old and already had an attitude…
