A Perfect Start To Another Day
After the awesome evening, I found myself sleeping in a bit. I am
normally an early riser, but this particular morning, I rolled out of my
tent about 9:00. That was a great sleep that I haven’t had in a looong
time.
The view out my tent was exceptional. To top it off, Loons were calling.
If you have never heard the call of a Loon on a clear mountain morning
on a lake such as this, you are missing out on one of life’s great
pleasures of mountain camping
I slowly got up and made some breakfast. Oatmeal and coffee. Yummy.
Afterwards, I made a small campfire to burn my trash. It was at this
point when I heard a quad coming up the road by the lake. A gentlemen
came by and made the announcement that he was the local Fire Marshall.
Oh no! I thought. With the extreme heat, I bet there is a fire ban. He
informed me that indeed there is a fire ban, but given my small fire in
an existing fire ring and the fact that I was in a damp area on the
lake, he wasn’t concerned and stated that it was OK. In fact, he stated
that the means by which I travel, he said it was a good idea not to have
trash hanging off my bike in the bush.
He told me he saw me the evening before as I wandered down the side road
of Marshall Lake to explore. He owns one of the cabins and was part of a
group I saw on a deck overlooking the lake. He stated that I should
have stopped in and he would’ve offered me a beer. At the time, I
thought I may have been trespassing, so I didn’t hang around. I
mentioned that I was going to Tyaughton Lake and he gave me some great
direction with distances. When I checked the GPS, It was clear that it
was wrong and I would’ve missed a turn and possibly ended up going up to
mud lakes. From google, it looks like there is some roads through there
and a possible route to get over behind Churn Creek much, much farther
north. However, that is an adventure of exploration I may do on a
smaller bike with a buddy. It looks pretty dicey up that way.
I packed up camp and ended up leaving around 11:00 am. This is unusually
late for me. But hey, I was on vacation. So what’s the hurry?
As I made my way out of camp, I got one last look at Marshall Lake. I kissed it goodbye and moved on.
Before long I found myself high up in the mountains with great views
looking south. I was able to get peek-a-boo views of Carpenter Lake in
the deep fjord below. The mood, the silence, the smells and the view
were so good, that I wish I could stay and sit to soak it all in for
hours.
I soon found myself traveling along the Tyaughton River. It was running
fast and cold. I came to a cattle crossing and a wooden bridge in a
small gorge. Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Fantastic riding
through here.
Soon after I found myself up on a ridge and dropped a bit into the lap
of Tyaughton Lake. Traffic around here was unexpected. Quads and
motorcycles were littering the road. Suddenly and without warning, I
felt I was out of the wilderness. I made a quick stop to see Tyax Lodge.
If I ever acquire wealth, I may consider staying there $$$. I made my
way down in elevation and ended up at Mowson Pond. There is a nifty rec
site there where I had a snack. I had unobstructed views to Mt Sloan,
which rises above the Hurley road on the other side of Gold Bridge.
Stay Tuned...
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