Redfish Lake, Day 2

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Redfish Lake, Stanley ID

Thursday, July 27th,  by Stella Raasch. This morning, we ate at the Stanley Baking Company and Café as we did the prior day. Sitting at a table out back, we sipped on an Americano as we marveled at the beauty of the Sawtooth mountain range surrounding us. As usual, we shared ideas about how to simplify our lives, & get out of the city. We are enamored, borderline obsessed, with the idea of living a laid-back, mountain lifestyle.

After sharing another of the café’s delightful cinnamon rolls, we dove into the main part of our breakfast. On the plate were two small piles of smashed potatoes, with a veggie sausage patty & poached egg on top. We each ate one & felt adequately fueled for the day’s activities.

Upon arriving back at Redfish Lake for a second day of adventure, we were able to secure a premium parking place since the weather still looked at bit dicey. Deciding to temporarily forgo our paddle around the lake, we hopped onto our bikes & took a seven-mile stroll around the campground. This is one of my (Stella’s) favorite things to do. I have always enjoyed looking at people’s campsite setups, & find such a great joy in seeing people playing games, eating outside at the picnic table, kids playing catch & riding their bikes along the paths, etc. Too much of life now is spent indoors; too many kids have their faces planted in some type of technological device. So seeing people, of all ages, enjoying the outdoors in their own way, makes me happy.

Upon arriving back at the Tahoe, the sun had finally started to peek out from behind the clouds. Once the bikes were secured back up on the rack, we slid the “Big Mango” off of the Tahoe, & hopped in. We were eager to make it all the way around Redfish Lake for a second day in a row.

Redfish Lake is my favorite place in the world. I grew up going there a child, wandering through the campground & playing in the cool water. The Sawtooth mountains hug the lake so closely that it feels like I could just reach out & touch them. Peering through the dense trees, I’ve always wondered what mysteries still wait to be uncovered. Being able to paddle completely around Redfish Lake two days in a row was heavenly. I am always in awe over how clear the lake is, even in the deep areas. Redfish Lake will always be a place of wonder for me.

Once we finished our paddle around the lake & approached the shore in front of the lodge, I knew it was time to head back to Challis, I took in the moment one last time  looking across the lake into the heart of the Sawtooth Range as Larry secured the “Big Mango” to the Tahoe. My parents were eagerly awaiting our return to hear of the adventures at Redfish Lake and knowing dinner was being prepared we were off.IMG_4432

Upon our return and oddly, Aspen, who had not seen us for two full days was not quite as exuberant to see us as I had expected. I, however, missed her more than words could describe. Aspen seemed very settled there at my parent’s ranch. What dog wouldn’t be? There’s acres of fenced yard to romp in, people who are home all day to spend time with her, Becca to keep her on her toes, & a beautiful porch to nap on, with the mountain breeze flowing through her hair. As with the two previous visits to my parents’ ranch, I sensed Aspen’s longing for that type of lifestyle, & my heart cried not being able to provide her with that.

Later in the evening, the four of us watched the Johnny Cash movie “Walk the Line,” and went to bed. We needed our rest, because they next day we would be entertaining my niece & nephew, who have boundless energy, as normal, healthy nine-year-old children should.

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