Alas. I'm glad they trusted me enough to tell me about them. I tried not to be too shocked by their confessions, and I shall keep them private and not tell you about them.
This year's trip found us on Heather and Maple Pass, a gorgeous 7.5 mile hike with unbelievable fall scenery.
Actually, we didn't haul our tent up there because, upon checking in with a ranger a few days before the trip, I learned that camping is not allowed up there. The day before, I experienced the telltale signs of cramping and realized that backpacking this time of the month wouldn't be a great idea anyway. So after the hike, we found a place to camp on the Chewuch River, which was too low for fishing in after a year of drought.
It was a cold night. We woke up to 28 degrees and discovered Kai's socks frozen outside of the tent.
We made up for the fishing that day. First, we tried our luck at Patterson Lake, but without a boat to find the deeper places, our fishing poles stayed slack with no trout in sight.
After a beautiful hike up to Patterson Mountain, we went to Pearrygin State Park to fish in the lake there. Still, no luck. Oh well... we are salmon fisherfolk after all... And trout or no trout, it was still beautiful to be bathed in light by the lake, fishing, or in my case, knitting.
In case you are curious about our crazy adventures, here are the blog entries of the previous three years' of mother and sons getaways.
Last year's bike trip
Skyline Divide two years ago
Cutthroat Pass three years ago