But I never follow through, and I’m certain the biggest reason I don’t is out of selfishness I want to remember it the way it was. I’ve considered taking my family to this place. When I look back at that summer in the wilderness, this is the place I think of. Across the pool we discovered a sparkling fountain of what is, to this day, the most exquisite water I have ever tasted.
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We followed a game trail down through a thick patch of huckleberries into a deep canyon where a mountain stream pooled wide over the bedrock of a sharp bend with natural pockets filled with semi polished garnets by the bucket loads. As we continued on, our path lead us through an old clear cut to a steep ridgeline. On one particularly long exploration we happened on an extremely active watering hole created by a natural spring and surrounded by elk. We were never able to, but the sense of discovery and adventure was what kept us going back out. Most days I’d head out into the woods with my wolf-shepherd friend and try quite hard to get lost. What remains of an old workboat juts out of the water on Priest Lake’s Northeastern shore in view of many of the campsites.Īs a younger man I spent some time living in the wilderness of North Idaho. I’ve only been back there once, but it is still special to me. I still recall riding in our old Ford station wagon as we made our way up Lolo Pass (I must have been 6 or 7), sunlight streaming through the trees, and so many blue jays gliding back and forth across our path. on a school night reminds me of the excitement I used to feel. The light from under a particular young man’s door at 11 p.m. As I write this, a group of young men are planning a wilderness camping trip for their spring break. It’s certainly what I enjoyed about camping as a child, and I see it in my own children when we talk of a summer of camping - a North Idaho staycation. Can you recall the wonder you felt the very first time you set up a tent climbed into your first sleeping bag, or slept under the stars? Or what about that excitement you felt as you put crayon to paper and drew up plans for your treehouse. And remember when it seemed that everywhere you went opened your eyes to a bigger world? When just to go outside and run around your house seemed like an adventure. You just knew no one else could possibly have known about it.
Remember when you were a child, how special it felt when you discovered a new secret hideout? Surely this place was yours and yours alone.
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