With the high country still locked up with snow, the eight of us decided to head up into the Lochsa country to backpack into Colt Killed Creek. We arrived at the trailhead Saturday afternoon and began the short walk along the rushing river. The floor of the woods were covered with the greatest density of fairy slippers that I have seen.
The eight of us walked just a little over two miles until we reached the crossing at Cabin Creek. Everyone except Boone and I opted to cross on a downed log, but he was a bit spooked taking the slippery route over the swollen creek. He and I forded the waters, making it successfully to the other side.
We set up camp in a flat area just on the other side of the creek, adorning the woods with our hammocks. Dinner was spaghetti and mixed veggies and we read around the fire until falling asleep.
Sunday morning we fixed breakfast before walking another mile or so up to the crossing of Beaver Creek. This river’s crossing was a little more than the eight of us wanted to attempt. We slowly made our way back to camp, stopping to eat lunch, read, and just generally enjoy a lazy afternoon of complete solitude.
Sunday night we had bean burritos for dinner. We enjoyed our second night of beautifully clear skies before turning in.
Monday morning we got up, making our crossing of Cabin Creek early before snow melt brought it up higher. We were out at the car by 10:30, making the drive back home. We enjoyed complete solitude despite the short distance, nice weather, and Memorial Day weekend.