Ah summer! Relaxing days of sunshine and nothing to do. Here in Western Washington the sun was an extremely late arrival for summer, and it turned out there were many fewer lazy days than I had planned for.
Our final trip of this summer was a three night camping trip to Baker Lake, WA. There we were sure to get some quality family time. We packed up food bins, tent, and the essentials and drove to Horseshoe Cove. Usually we reserve in advance, but Elysse (my 19 year-old) is working a summer temp job, and we weren't sure about the dates until the day before.
We considered it good fortune when we found a spot easily that was spacious, relatively private, flat, and near a restroom and water. This feeling of luck was extremely short lived.
Without a paid reservation we needed cash or a check. Oops! We did not have enough of the former and the checkbook lay peacefully on a desk at home. We paid for two nights and told the camp host we'd drive back to town (an hour) and retrieve the rest the next day.
As we set up, one of my nature-loving daughters proclaimed the great find of a very "cute" inch worm. Cool! Five minutes later when we realized that one inchworm is cute, but a horde of them is like camping in a B Horror Movie set, my husband and I proclaimed it to be no problem. A few bugs...we're camping...no big deal. Over the course of four days it became a big deal. The little "buggers" were hanging from silken threads, climbing on the tables, backpacks, backs of chairs, collars, sleeves. I removed one from my pajama pants leg, and my husband found one in a more private area of clothing. Likely related to these pests was the near constant falling of tiny debris from trees that while in the tent, sounded like a light rain. Leaf debris? Inchworm leavings? I don't know, but it made cooking and eating a race for cover.
We did enjoy time around the fire, s'mores, a couple of rousing games of Munchkin Booty, and time with each other. I don't want to give the impression that we don't know how to make bug camping fun. I also got to see a black bear lumbering down the road on my way out of the campground to go find cash to pay for the last night at our site...lucky number 13. We also adventured out to find Baker Hot Springs off Highway 1130.
On our last full day we headed off to see the hot springs that came highly recommended by a friend. We drove for 4.5 miles mostly over sketchy gravel road until we came to a parking area. A frequent visitor informed us that the springs was an easy 1/3 of a mile hike from where we were. I got out of our four-door Honda Accord (circa 1992) and slammed the door on my oldest daughter's fingers! She was in the back seat, so I hadn't thought to look for her fingers clutching the front door jam. She was in pain, and she was angry. She didn't want help or comfort or ME. I felt terrible and lucky that nothing was broken. When she was able, we set out on the trail.
Kim and Elysse (she of the squished fingers) arrived first where a couple was just getting out and putting on clothes. Yes, many hot spring visitors prefer to enjoy the warm water nude. Bringing up the rear of the hiking was Mckenna (my 16 year-old) and me. Upon our arrival, the couple was now clothed and head off to explore a trail. We all looked at the glorified gray puddle and wondered if it was safe to go in the murky water. Baker Hot Springs is warmed by sulfur from the volcanic activity, so it also smells like eggs...not fresh ones. I couldn't help think of the movie
Dantes Peak where the natural hot springs becomes boiling while unsuspecting soakers become soup, but I kept this thought to myself. Anyway, we got in (with swim suits). It was a warm sunny day and the 100+ degrees of water weren't exactly inviting. Biting flies also like the hot springs, so fending them off wasn't that much fun either. We didn't stay very long.
By the last evening at camp, 3/4 of us wanted to go home early and sleep in bug-free beds, but we toughed it out. It's camping trips like this one that make me wonder if we go camping more for the appreciation of the conveniences of home, than the enjoyment of nature. When I think of summer days dwindling and busy school days on the horizon, I will try to remember that there are different kinds of stress and maybe deadlines and schedules are not as intense as camping with critters.