I don't frequently have two days off in a row, nevermind three. But due to some unexpected last minute schedule shuffling I found myself with a proper weekend.
As this came as a bit of a surprise I opted to keep things close by. Once again I decided to venture out on Pitt lake to check out some campsites and try to find the pictographs which have previously eluded me.
I also wanted to check out Osprey Creek, which was one of my original destinations on my last trip before wind altered my plans.
Setting out on Saturday morning the weather was absolutely gorgeous. A mild breeze at my back and mostly clear skies.
I had a quiet evening at camp, and wandered up the beach to the Osprey Creek North site.
With such lovely weather I forgot for a moment that it was still February.
This did not last too long. The night was a constant drizzle, and I awoke to a fairly foggy morning. By the time I had eaten breakfast and gotten camp packed up it had lifted, or at least thinned, somewhat.
I made my way uneventfully across the lake, a slight wind was blowing from the north end, but nothing too bad. As I paddled past a cabin some guys were shingling a small roof. When I remarked that it was lovely weather for roofing they responded that seeing a kayaker was a sign of good weather. Past experience has shown this to be a poor rule of thumb.
Shortly past the cabin I saw what may be the remains of a pictographs. It looks a bit like a circle with spokes inside.
Of course it's not easy to tell what's an intentional design and what's lichen or oxidation induced apophenia.
Cruising along I paddled past the remains of some old logging equipment. Funny how this old boiler doesn't really seem out of place.
I ended up setting up camp at Defrauder Falls. A very impressive little waterfall with a charming name. I'm sure there's some history there.
The drizzle continued unabated for the rest of the day and overnight. I read more Jack London (no frostbite stories this time, just manslaughter) and was generally quite lazy. I took a dip in the lake before bed.
The next morning weather had improved considerably. I could actually see down the lake.
Not long after setting out I came across another, much clearer, set of pictographs. Another smaller cluster was just beyond.
Feeling accomplished I gradually made my way down the lake back to the boat launch. I kept my eyes peeled for any other drawings but didn't see any others.
All told it was a great way to get out in nature and unwind after a particularly hectic workweek.
And I didn't lose any gloves.
As this came as a bit of a surprise I opted to keep things close by. Once again I decided to venture out on Pitt lake to check out some campsites and try to find the pictographs which have previously eluded me.
I also wanted to check out Osprey Creek, which was one of my original destinations on my last trip before wind altered my plans.
Setting out on Saturday morning the weather was absolutely gorgeous. A mild breeze at my back and mostly clear skies.
I had a quiet evening at camp, and wandered up the beach to the Osprey Creek North site.
With such lovely weather I forgot for a moment that it was still February.
This did not last too long. The night was a constant drizzle, and I awoke to a fairly foggy morning. By the time I had eaten breakfast and gotten camp packed up it had lifted, or at least thinned, somewhat.
I made my way uneventfully across the lake, a slight wind was blowing from the north end, but nothing too bad. As I paddled past a cabin some guys were shingling a small roof. When I remarked that it was lovely weather for roofing they responded that seeing a kayaker was a sign of good weather. Past experience has shown this to be a poor rule of thumb.
Shortly past the cabin I saw what may be the remains of a pictographs. It looks a bit like a circle with spokes inside.
Of course it's not easy to tell what's an intentional design and what's lichen or oxidation induced apophenia.
Cruising along I paddled past the remains of some old logging equipment. Funny how this old boiler doesn't really seem out of place.
I ended up setting up camp at Defrauder Falls. A very impressive little waterfall with a charming name. I'm sure there's some history there.
The drizzle continued unabated for the rest of the day and overnight. I read more Jack London (no frostbite stories this time, just manslaughter) and was generally quite lazy. I took a dip in the lake before bed.
The next morning weather had improved considerably. I could actually see down the lake.
Not long after setting out I came across another, much clearer, set of pictographs. Another smaller cluster was just beyond.
Feeling accomplished I gradually made my way down the lake back to the boat launch. I kept my eyes peeled for any other drawings but didn't see any others.
All told it was a great way to get out in nature and unwind after a particularly hectic workweek.
And I didn't lose any gloves.
