Second Week at Camp

We went home to Port Orchard for appointments on Wed and Thurs.  The grass is returning to green after the rainy days.  The grapes are small but sweet.  There were a few raspberries, too.  We enjoyed the sauna after dinner at "Wicked Good Eats", a  new place owned and operated by a family from Maine.  They ship in Maine Lobster, crinkle fries and top split buns!  It was the real thing.

Art work on a log at the beach.

Not sure what the meaning is:  "Keep on Shinning"

Campsite artwork

Children's sorting collection.

The day after Labor Day in the campground. Very empty and quiet.

I got stung by something, probably a yellow jacket.  My left hand swelled up fat. I managed to get my wedding ring off before my finger was too large.

Too small to read the detail but the food was good!

Can you find the grasshopper in the fir tree? This is our newest fir in our meadow at home,
 though we don't know what kind it is for sure.  We bought it at an auction.

The garden at home still has some color.  One last purple lupine is
 even in bloom on the left.  Dahlias going strong.

Sweet green grapes on the arbor.

Half of the red velvet whoopie pie I bought to go with the lobster roll.

Campfire at Glacier View Campground, up at the head of the lake with
good friends.  Fires are allowed there but not here in the State Park.
Dinner of roasted corn, hamburgers, maple bacon chips and drinks
generously provided by the camp store hosts.

View from the campsite looking toward Dirty Face Peak to the East.

The men folk telling campfire stories of their youth.

The Park received funding to finish a paving job started years ago.  Big
equipment came for 2 days taking up the old pavement and laying down new.

The new circular drive.

Last evening, the lake was beautiful at sunset. The water line
is very low. In the spring, the edge is usually much closer
to the log Sonny is standing on.

Two stand up paddlers getting in one last ride.

Reflections at the boat launch.

Our friends found real Maine blueberry syrup in Quincy, a small town east of
here.  Sonny made pancakes for us to have with the syrup.

The campground has been pestered mercilessly with yellow jackets this
year.  If you are eating outside, it's hard to even get a bite without
getting a yellow jacket, too. This nest is about 15' off the ground.
Farmers Almanac says that's a forecast of deep snow when the
nests are so high.

The nest is attached to the end
of a dead branch and looks like
a gray brain.

Hammocks are allowed in the campground this year. There are rules
about where  you can hang one: no vegetation underneath, a certain
width of rope around the tree, etc. This one is so high, a ladder is needed
underneath.  I'd like to see the camper crawling into this sleeping cocoon and
getting down again!

Rock painting left on the table. For a reason
we can't understand, many campers leave rocks
on the tables when they leave.  What does
that mean?!

This afternoon, we rode up the East side of the lake to White River
Road.  The salmon run in the White River is at its tail end and
 I heard people talking about seeing schools of 50 red fish going up stream to
spawn.  We stopped at Napeequa Campsite to get down close to the river.
We only saw a few red bodies and a couple jumping the small rapids.

Along the White River.  Can you see the spring board cuts in the
 old cedar tree from logging days?

Nason Creek flows into the Wenatchee River just below the State Park.
That campground is a national park.  Look closely to see that the campers have built
 cairns with the rocks in the creek bed. I will try to get closer next time for a
better shot.

When the camp store is closed
during the week, we go to the
Plain Store for coffee and lunch on
their patio.  Pretty flowers decorate
the old ladder.