Booted Mom out of the house and strapped the canoe to the top of the Suburu and headed West early Sunday morning. It is the first time I have been on and in Lake Kachess and it was beautiful. The foothills of the Cascades loom on each side of it sometimes leaving no beach.
Meandering and paddling slowly up the lake and heading Norte into the sweltering heat. The air is filled with smoke from the summer fires giving the air a look of humidity. The water is crystal clear and the ghosts of tree's live in the depths. Eerie to see them and gives me a chill on my arms as if the lake is haunted.
We troll and have no luck and stop on the right side of the lake to change out gear. The minnows dart in the shallows nibbling Nick's feet and legs as he stands in the water. I catch an even larger one just off the shelf and reel it in to the bank, just to throw it back.
Crossing to the other side we skim the shore for a good place to stop and swim. We find a spot but there is not enough beach to barbeque so we get back in the canoe and head up the lake again. Finding the spot and set up a temporary camp and dine on smoked ribs, barbeque potato chips, peaches and cake.
Late in afternoon we head back and I can see the reflection of aqua light in a cove. I'm paddling while Nick is fishing so I make the turn to go and explore, the spot beckons me to see it. Breathtaking as we pull into the shore and peal off clothes to swim here. Large masses of rock are underwater and we swim to each of them, stand on them. It is like a coral reef in the Caribbean. The blue sky reflecting into the shallows and giving the illusion of aqua colored water.
Above the cove and beach is a ledge and plateau perfect for camping. "Why is no one here, this is the best spot on the lake." This spot so perfect I want to camp and stay forever and I'm not much of a camper.
No picture will do it justice. Yet I try.
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