Saturday, June 20, 2009

KANER FLAT

Pictures and journal entry highlights from our trip to Kaner Flat Campground in Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest.


"6:10 a.m. My bladder is about to burst. I rekindle the fire, which takes little effort. Reading Bolaño."

"7:15 a.m. Since it appears no one else in camp will be up early, I walk to the river to warm up in the sunshine. (It will be another 1 and 1/2 hours before rays of sun begin to peek into our camp.)"

"7:30 a.m. Another trip to the river and sunshine as I walk to keep warm. I am wearing "all" of my clothes, since I expected it to be warmer and drier."

"7:45 a.m. Back in camp, reading Bolaño. I have nursed one log for heat for two hours."


"9:15 a.m. The first batch of eggs and bacon is on the table. We are responsible for breakfast this morning. Troy's Work Table = bacon master. The wife = the egg lady."


"11:00 a.m. Depart for Raven's Roost (14 miles away) in the reliable Honda Civic."

"11:50 a.m. Arrive at Raven's Roost after 4x4 adventure in a sedan!"






"Raven's Roost. Spectacular views! Lodgepole pines! Lichen! The inside of the car, due to its occupants, smells of campfire."


"1:25 Disc golf putting practice." (This is where the portable basket comes in handy.)

"2:30 p.m. Frisbee in a neighboring vacant campsite, because it had a good wide-open space."

"2:45 p.m. Butterfly party! Butterfly party!" (Code words for butterflies "getting it on" so the child wouldn't know what was really happening.)


"3:10 p.m. Walking to find geocache."

"3:55 p.m. Little Naches Meadow cache found by the brother-in-law."


"4:00 p.m. Lake. Plover 'pip pip pip pip pip pip pips' at us and flies to the shore on the other side. Rock throwing by the child and grandpa. The child likes this a lot."

5:45 p.m and on was relaxation in camp, with various campers involved in many activities—a game of Bananagrams, whittling hot dog sticks, reading, disc golf putting, bike riding around the circle, dinner of spaghetti and such, birthday cake and ice cream for one of us, many rounds of The Great Dalmuti, sitting around the campfire in conversation.

"11:45 p.m. Viewing the multitude of stars, as we cannot do at home. No lights to wash them out here."

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