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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!

Cliff Lake – Day 2


July 5th, 2013 – Day 2: Cliff Lake

Jack was so excited to get on the road this morning while I was just tired. I kept ignoring his suggestions to get up. When I did though he and Erik had a breakfast of eggs & cream cheese tortillas ready (so it did pay off!).

We were on the road by eight, headed towards the little town of Ennis where we stopped and grabbed some gas and snacks (ie. a milkshake) and Erik posted a letter to his brother. For the rest of the drive we watched the tall mountains off to the left – particularly the Sphinx. Erik had previously summited it and was describing the routes to best make it to the peak. We talked about doing it together someday as well as perhaps the Three Kings which were directly beyond.

Soon we were close to our destination, we passed by some old abandoned settlement and then through the open before we started dipping down. I was anxious to see the lake, tucked down in the hills so that you would hardly even know it was there.

Cliff Lake
Cliff Lake

We pulled down to the boat launch and I stood excited on the banks while the guys unloaded the car (I did help some, but they had certain ways that they wanted the canoe loaded). I had stood by these shores one other time when the banks were covered with snow and dreamed about this moment in time.

None too soon were we settled in the canoe – me settled in the bottom on a life jacket nestled amongst all of our packs & gear. We set off at an easy pace and kept an eye out for the rope bridge that Jack had been telling us about, but when we found it all we saw were the steps leading up to the bank and the rope frayed high up in the tree. Both Jack & Erik were disappointed, but I was somewhat relieved since it looked like it went pretty high.

So instead we stopped at a fallen tree and jumped off that into the water for a swim. The water was warm and crystal clear – I could see my shadow reflecting on the bottom of the lake below me as I watched for fish that would swim around below. Not only that, but the water was a beautiful gem blue where it was deep and turquoise closer to the shore.

When we got back into the canoe I watched the gentle ripples and swells of the water, mesmerized. Jack & Erik watched the massive fish glide in droves beneath us. We passed through “the pinch” in the lake before it opened up and an tall island jutted out in front of us. We  turned to the right of it and pulled off for some fishing and some granola bars & ramen noodles. That’s also where Erik threw a dead crawdad at me so that he could watch me shriek and jump backwards. Soon everyone was fishing and both guys caught fish while I continued to cast out my line with no return.

When we were back in the canoe again I trolled while the boys rowed on and soon caught my first fish – that was the only way I would catch any on this trip I soon found.

First Fish Of The DayErik's Fish

Farther up the lake turned and became narrow and shallow with tall reeds growing in it – Jack would later remark that it looked like the Dead Marshes from the Lord of the Rings, which would then prompt quotations from that scene in his best Gollum voice.

We canoed through the reeds until we came to the head of the lake where a little path led the way up to the camping place right on the edge of the tree line. We set up camp and waited out a brief hailstorm before Jack realized we were short a fishing pole which we must have left at our lunching point.

Mine was the biggest one.
Mine was the biggest one.

So we backtracked and left Erik to fly fish while we retrieved the rod. That is when we ended up in a thunderstorm. So we pulled over and Jack continued to fish, while I sat up the embankment a little ways and listened to the thunder crack around us while I tried to update my journal.

Erik rejoined us and we found the missing fishing pole and on the way back I sat on the bow of the boat facing Jack and filled our quota of 9 fish for the day. Which made for a delicious dinner along with some roasted potatoes, oatmeal and s’mores.

I stood and watched the gloom come around us as the tall mountains above cast there shadows onto us and admitted that this was my first trip way out in the middle of nowhere alone.

“It’s either something you hate, or something you absolutely love.” Erik told me. Thankfully, as I stretched out in our little tent that night I realized that this was something that I absolutely loved.

Evening View

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