This last weekend the ScenicBoys decided to get out of the city and set out on another camping adventure. This time we opened up the trusty road Atlas and found a Hot Springs at the base of Glacer Peak, in the Northern Cascades. It looked like a fun trip, the drive looked easy and the 5 mile hike to the Springs sounded kinda of fun. So we packed up the Ford Explorer we rented for the weekend with food, beer, fire wood and minimal clothing, then embarked on our journey north.
We had a planned route that took us 25miles east from the interstate and would take us a few miles south of the Springs. We drove past some huge, snow covered mountains and cool old farm houses, then turned onto a gravel road heading into the forrest and to our potential camp site. But we only got about 5 miles in when the road was barricaded off and we couldn't go any farther. Guess the winter storms had washed out the road. So now what? We really want to get to that Hot Springs but there is no way to cut up to it. After a bit of discussing our options we decided to drive back 30 miles to the interstate and take an exit farther north that would eventually get us just above the Hot Springs. 2 hours later we were on a gravel forrest road heading for a camp site very close to the Springs, when we see another Barricade blocking the our way. Shit, there goes the Hot Springs idea. Just a little bit bummed we find a very secluded camp site and set up for the night. We found an old futon mattress someone had left, so we folded it up nice, threw a blanket over it and it became a very comfortable place to lay next to the fire. Garet made his very yummy pepperoni and mushroom pudgie pies for dinner and it wasn't too long before we were naked, playing around our camp fire.
The next morning we woke up, had breakfast and got the cameras ready for a hike. I snapped a picture of Garet, then the screen went blank. The Damn battery went dead. Ugh. So we decided to just take the video camera and go on our walk with that. We followed a steep trail down a hillside to dry river bed at the base of White Chuck Mountain. We walked th rough tons of huge fallen trees that the river had knocked down, till we got to a nice sandy clearing on the edge of Crystal Creek. We sat there, naked, and sun bathed for a few hours, with an occasional dip in the cool river.
Even though we didn't make it to the Hot Springs and our camera ran out of juice, we still had an awesome trip. You can't go wrong with camping naked. Stay tuned for our next adventure, this time we're taking a bunch of cute boys to a Cabin on Lake Coeur D'Alene in Idaho.