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Cliff Lake

Day 5: Homeward Bound

July 8th, 2013 – Day 5: Homeward Bound


Shortly after breakfast we began to gather all of our belongings together. We needed to get going relatively soon to be back home at a decent hour so that we could get ready for work the next morning. We stashed our nifty grate for the fire, tore the tent down and stashed all of our gear back into our three packs. Finally, I went through and brushed all the pine needles back under the area where we had the tent.

Do You See...
Do you see what I had to live with all week?

The Beaten PathThe trek back to Cliff Lake was all downhill, the weather was perfect and we made good timing. Thankfully, we found our canoe right where we left it, as well as the dry bag with all of our life jackets which we hid way back in the hillside.

But one of our dry bags was missing.

Jack & Erik had tied it high up in a tree away from the beaten path, but it was no where to be seen. We looked all over for any sign of the bright yellow bag or any of its contents. Our first thought was that a bear had taken it, but there was not a shred of anything that remotely looked like it could have been from our gear. Besides, there is no way a bear could have reached it.

Thankfully, to the best of our memories, we could only remember it having a couple of Jack’s t-shirts, some of our dry soup and cocoa mixes and our trash.

When we decided that there was no hope of finding it, we pushed the canoe off into the water once again. We spent most of our trip back tossing around theories about what happened to our bag, but we still don’t know.

We made good timing across the lake, not stopping until we got back to the tree that we jumped off of on our first day there. Both Jack and Erik wanted to take one last swim, but I stayed on shore and watched them, not wanting to get chilled.


We took a few more minutes for some photo-ops of the three of us – which of course is not an easy feat, even with the self timer on the camera. But we did get our shot in the end.

After a few more minutes of rowing we were back on the main shore where we loaded up the car and drove off, leaving the last four and a half days of excitement behind us, waiting for when we return.

All of Us


Interested in taking this trip for yourself? Here’s some of the details to help you plan:


The weather when we went during the first week of July was perfect for fishing, it was warm all day and there were rainstorms every afternoon. It was just warm enough to get you into the chill lake water – though I would have liked it a little warmer, I don’t think the guys would agree.  The only downside was the insane amount of flies & horseflies.

When Jack & Erik went the first time they went the beginning of June and the weather was cooler, they didn’t do much swimming, but there were no flies. Next time I would like to try August once it dries out a little more.


The hike from the end of Cliff Lake to Hidden was short and a fairly easy hike, especially if you weren’t carrying all of your camp with you. It has some short, somewhat steeper inclines, but for the most part it is an easy gradual climb. It is also clearly marked so you have no chance of missing it.

No boat? No problem – you can reach Hidden Lake from Wilderness Edge Resort (which is located at the nearest prong of Cliff Lake), or you can reach it from the opposite direction of Elk Lake. We have never taken either of these routes, but we would love to hear from you if you have!


Fishing is definitely something to take into consideration when planning your trip. Hidden Lake is only open to fishing from June 15th – November 30th according to the FWP site (the same goes for Otter, Goose, & Elk Lakes).

We didn’t do much fishing at Hidden, but at Cliff (which is open to fishing year round) we maxed out our limit of 3 lake trout per person.

Make sure to check the current regulations before you go!


If you have been reading any of Our Escapes to this point, you will realize that when it comes to camping, privacy is one of the most important aspects to us. This trip is perfect for getting away from everyone.

We were all anticipating tons of people since it was the 4th of July weekend, but there were only a few boats out on Cliff (it helps that it is a no wake lake). We didn’t meet anyone on the trail heading back to Cliff and there were only about 3 groups of people (who weren’t even overnighters) around Hidden and all of them seemed to want to mind their own business just as much as we did.

Day 4: Hideaway Camp

July 7th, 2013 – Day 4: Camp Hideaway

Hidden Lake, Montana

This morning after breakfast I finished gathering flat rocks off of the hillside and placed them in a ring around the place where I had cleared last night to make a fire ring. Shortly after I started this Lewis and Clark went off to see if they could find some dead fell for seating. When I went to check on them they had found a large log, downhill from the camp of course, that they were working on cutting into sections with their hatchets. Eventually, they had two decent size logs that they lugged up the hill. By the time they had them up I had finished my fire ring, so I watched as they drove wooden stakes in the ground to keep the logs from rolling down to the lake.

As soon as it was warm enough we went back to the rope swing and took turns dropping into the cool water and then getting out and being eaten by some more flies.

When we returned to camp the guys headed back down to the lake for some more swimming while I attempted to even out my tan, or sunburn rather. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun, but the hollering coming from below me was too tempting and when I looked down and saw them floating out on a log I went down and joined them. I grabbed a log of my own, since it seemed like their goal was to knock each other off. We floated  for a while before the chill of the water became too much and we went back to shore.

Twin BoatsSince we kept seeing people in boats drifting across the lake we headed to the far end of the lake to see where they were at. We were greatly pleased with ourselves when, from across the inlet, we found that our self-made camp was indeed, hidden from view. Thus, with all of our creativity we decided to name it Camp Hideaway.

Sure enough there were boats padlocked up at the far end of the lake, but apparently you had to hike all the way past the next lake (around 3 miles) in order to rent them, so instead we turned back. We spent the late afternoon trying to concoct a way to heat a stone hot enough to boil a pot of water on, because by now we were out of any fresh drinking water and had to boil lake water to drink. Of course, of the many things we forgot on the trip (seriously, the cinnamon rolls?!?!), we also forgot to refresh on how to purify drinking water….so we boiled it for roughly 2 minutes and then drank it through a straw filter.

You can avoid the possibility of nausea, diarrhea or stomach cramps from lake water by filtering it through a coffee filter or several layers of cheesecloth and then boiling it for one minute–or, if at a location one or more miles above sea level, for three minutes. Once the water has cooled, pour it back and forth from one clean container to another to aerate it and improve the taste, if you wish. Store boiled water in clean containers with covers.

Later, Jack and Erik went back to the rope swing while I enjoyed some solitary time at Hideaway. On their return they stumbled on an old grate under some bushes and a log and hauled it back up to camp. It worked perfectly for putting over the fire and cooking up our last dinner.


Day 3: The Trek to Hidden Lake

July 6th, 2013 – Day 3: The Trek to Hidden Lake


As I write this I am listening to distant thunder and the pitter-patter of rain on the canvas of my tent. Last night went better than I thought – I wasn’t as nervous as I thought. But the ground was hard and uncomfortable and  I woke up throughout the night, but neither Jack nor I crawled out of bed until nine-thrity when it became so sweltering hot  in our tent.

We cooked our breakfast burritos up and visited about having a hideaway cabin tucked back somewhere in the woods that only we knew about. After breakfast we took our time packing up our camp and stowing the canoe and unnecessary gear out of the way until the return trip. By the time that we threw our packs on and started following the path that led back to Hidden it was already eleven o’clock.

The Boat in Otter Lake

The packs were heavy and it wasn’t long until  I was tired and my sunburned legs were covered in scratches from the pine needles and wild rosebushes that brushed against them as I walked along narrow trails. But the trek was beautiful as we made our way through meadows before heading back into the trees. We stopped at Otter Lake (though there were no otters to be seen) for a short fishing break. It was a small green lake with a rowboat sunk in the middle of it. After his first trip, Jack asked a local, long time hiker about it he said that the boat had been there as long as he could remember. Does anyone know the story of the boat?

Instead as Jack & Erik meandered around the shore looking for their perfect fishing holes I laid down in the tall grass to get away from the flies and it seemed to work. However, as I relaxed and watched the clouds in the sky I suddenly heard Erik loudly cursing the flies, saying that he felt like a dead animal being attacked by them and couldn’t stay another minute.

Goose Lake

So we scrambled out of the valley and took up our packs again. Shortly after this we began heading more uphill and soon we passed by Goose Lake, which was on of the most picturesque I’ve seen, but this time we didn’t stop. Not long thereafter we emerged out of the trees and saw Hidden Lake. It was larger than I expected and incredibly blue and clear. As we made our way around the shore we were all excited to see the rope swing hanging temptingly next to the refreshing water. Between the heat and the flies we couldn’t resist and within minutes the guys were in the lake. It took me a little while to try (ok, ok, it was a little like the scene from the Notebook, just not as dramatic), but once I was in it was a blast.

Rope Swing
Rope Swing

After a long while at the rope swing we continued on, apparently looking for the right spot to camp. We went through several before climbing to the top of a hill that jutted out into the lake. Jack pronounced this as the same place that they stayed last time and the packs were dropped.  I wanted to sleep down by the water where there was a little flat spot under a tree, but after a closer look I decided that the top of the hill was probably the better choice. By the end of our stay I changed my mind about our camping spot, mostly because the view of the lake from above was breathtaking.

I unrolled my sleeping bag on the dirt and at my lunch inside to try and avoid some of the flies and mosquitoes while Jack and Erik visited and ate. But the first drops of rain came so we vacated our lunch in a hurry to get our shelters up and Jack and I zipped up the tent fly just as the hail started. When the weather let up I dozed while the other two went fishing and then I began to write.


For the start of our journey click here.

Day 2 – Cliff Lake, Montana

Here’s the video to go along with the forthcoming post. Enjoy!

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