Weekend at Boulder Lake

This past Friday, Jake and I took the advice of Lance and went with him to Boulder Lake along the Tenas Creek. At the trailhead it was about 100 degrees. Four hours, many breaks, 3 miles and 2000 feet up later, we ended up at the very scenic lake.

The lake was full of rainbow trout, although we didn't catch any. The flies and mosquitos were abundant. The pika were squeaking and the grey jays came out. Saturday was pretty uneventful for Jake and I. We took a few jumps in the cold lake but it was extremely refreshing due to the excessive heat.

Lance went up to further to Pear Lake while I took a nap. Saturday evening we ventured around the lake a little for a different view.

Sunday we awoke with the sun and scurried down to the truck before the sun could do its damage.

Biking at Winthrop, Washington

I had a great weekend riding out at Winthrop with a couple friends from work. Rader Creek was a quick and exciting mile and a half downhill which we rode twice along with Patterson Lake on Saturday. Thompson Road was a long steady climb, but the Inside Passage over to Rader Creek was worth it. Sunday was reserved for Pipestone Canyon, which was a unsuccessful search for rattlesnakes, but a great ride nonetheless.


On the ride home, we stopped at Cedar Creek and reluctantly hiked up the 1.7 miles to the waterfalls, then rode the challenging trail down.

The Sun Mountain trails are a great set in the middle of some beautiful country. I want to thank Jake and Skip, my riding partners for an exciting and memorable weekend. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, tubing down the cold but calm Methow River was a short and fun little ride to cool off from the hot Eastern Washington sun.

Goodbye Morrissey

I had to say goodbye to a good friend on Monday. My cat Morrissey, the one on the right in the picture, slipped off a banister down the stairs and broke his upper left rear leg. The break was severe and required expensive surgery. We reluctantly decided to put him to sleep. I already miss his morning wake-up calls by clawing my pillow, the constant feeding (he loved dog food more than his own), the rolling around in the catnip, and of course the loud purring. His first birthday would have been in August. Thanks for the memories, buddy, although I wish we had many more.