“The mountains are calling and I must go.” ~ John Muir
Made it to Olallie Lake. This time, I really needed this; it has been a heckuva week. Set up camp last evening in Camp Ten. Settled for another spot as our favorite Campsite 3 was taken. Brought Brandon, his buddy Tyson and two of his dogs.
While I set up tent trailer, they tried some fishing.
I love it here.
My Dad used to bring me here when I was growing up. It has stuck with me. It is just far enough and rugged enough to keep crowds away.
I have a picture of my sister and I at this lake from the seventies. The road was blocked by snow, so Dad parked the car and we hiked in the last mile or so. Can’t recall how the fishing was, but I remember the day.
I like to rise early. Not to fish, but to simply breathe this place in. I watch the sun rise over Olallie Butte and the lake. I make coffee. I make a fire to sit by. Listen to the eagle and osprey chatter. These are some of the things I live for. This is my Happy Place.
I planned on a trail run or two this weekend. Here I go….
On the skirts of Olallie Butte. Trail ran here from the lake on the Pacific Crest Trail. Three miles in with Tyson’s lab Cain. This is a well trained dog! Off the leash he runs right at my feet (Owen take note!).
This segment of the PCT goes onto the Warm Springs Indian Reservation. This is sacred ground. Olallie Lake borders the Rez. My uncle Andy told me when I was younger that I had the ability to “walk in two worlds.” Maybe that is why I like it here so much… I can bounce back and forth between the “two worlds.” My Mom’s side of the family is Dakotah Sioux; Dad’s side English by way of Missouri.
Finished 6 miles of trail running on PCT. let hot Labrador take a swim for being such a good run buddy. Now THAT was a thrill. Need to rest up so we do that again!