Now I am mostly good with seeing people, especially the two dads with their kids. Love it. Yes, there were people perched everywhere, but we found a campsite up on the rocks. Yes, I heard five women approaching, all of whom looked like they could not take another step. I heard one say, "We're just going to have to squeeze in on the rocks." Gah! But they squeezed in next to someone else. Not going to lie, I was glad. But the whole wilderness belongs to everyone. I remembered a night when we were freezing and wet in the North Cascades, and the couple we had been leapfrogging peered down at our bedraggled selves from a spacious ledge. "This site's pretty small!" they proclaimed, clearly lying. I don't want to be like that.
|How much is that doggy in the tent?|
|View from our campsite.|
Despite all the people, the Lakes Basin is a peaceful place. You get the feeling it has seen many bad campers, and good ones, over the years, and still it endures. Crowded? Maybe by Wallowa Mountains standards. I counted five other camps within sound of ours. But everyone was happy and smiling. Who wouldn't want that?
I used to be much more of a purist, but over the decades I have seen that the average age of wilderness visitors is about 40-50 (this is different on thru-trails and perhaps in Colorado with fourteeners). Who will be left once those people are gone? Go out and bring your kids!
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It's a dream come true.