The distance between our last hike and this one feels like a million miles ago. Fear and grief have been working pretty hard to pull us down and the world around us apart. And as our date on the lake approached, those darn bastards did not let up. Turns out life is full of stuff for them to feed on, and they will consume you with their insatiable feasting if you allow them to. But beauty abounds as well, just as persistently, and it can resuscitate even the most weary of souls – if you choose to pursue it. We were in need of some renewing breaths of fresh air and more than willing to chase after them so, after a couple of tough decisions, we chose to seek out the kind of beauty you can only find in the wild by hopping on The Lady of the Lake Express with four of our dearest friends (and quite a few other strangers) to finally explore the reveled shores of Lake Chelan that can only be reached by boat – in search of the beauteous.
The quaint town of Stehekin sits roughly 55 miles down lake, long past all the condos and lake houses that scatter the shores of Lake Chelan. Many take ‘The Lady’ there just for lunch, or to grab a pastry at it’s coveted bakery, or to spend a night at the lodge – far away from the hustle and bustle and noise of the rest of the world. It is rustic, raw and remote and the wifi is sketchy, at best. But, it is luxe in all things wild and pure. The mountains envelope you and their pretty peaks glisten off the frigid clear water in full display. The quaint town is a destination all on its own. But, if you are up for an adventure bigger than a boat ride and marvelous muffin, you can jump ship at Prince Creek and hike the 18 mile Lakeshore trail to Stehekin instead. And that is just what we did.
After 11 miles and our desperate search for a place to call our own,
we were all pretty happy campers.
Keys to our rooms, with fresh clean beds and showers calling our names.:)
Sunday morning we walked the 2 miles to much acclaimed bakery and had the most amazing quiche. And then we jumped back on the Lady Express and headed home.
The world is full of mayhem friends. Really, it always has been. And I’m afraid it always will be. But miracles abound none the less. I see them in the marvel of the mountains and the luster of the lake and in each step we take towards something great. They pulse between the beatings of our persistent hearts and shine through our unconquerable souls.
There’s a lot going on out there. And you get to choose what you set your eyes upon. I choose the beauty.
Surviving it all isn’t enough. We must also fully live.