Usually, my favorite thing to do over Labor Day Weekend is to stay home. Car camping has lost its lure with me and the few times we’ve ventured down a dirt path over a holiday weekend it was a mad house. But, I was growing weary of the world down below and having a really hard time letting go of summer. And the weather was nice. And I knew of a place, way up high, that was maybe running dry.
Most backpackers want to camp near water. It makes everything easier. And most of the time – we humans just want what’s easy. Early in the summer the snow-melt streams down the mountains in all ways and manners. But as summer comes to an end, in some places, many of the streams that people use as a water source begin to dry up. The Goat Rocks is one of these places.
Sometimes the best place to go when everyone is going somewhere, is somewhere else. To find your own way. Sometimes you have to think outside of the box drawn out for you. So, my grand plan for the weekend was to leave ‘early’ Saturday and camp in the ‘dry’ zone and hope that we could find a snow patch to harvest from or get close enough to Old Snowy that we could stock up on water in a magical tarn I knew of, that usually sits nestled down at its base. It was a bit risky. But, I had a couple of fellas coming with me that don’t like boxes and thought it was definitely worth a try.
I have learned, that the more I trust the earth and the wonders God wove into it, the more I am left in awe. Its provisions are incredible and they give me hope.
With so much water in tow we didn’t plan to climb Old Snowy or traipse along The Knife (both worthy side notes along this way), but we paused at the gap just below Old Snowy.
Our humble abodes still sat in the brilliance of the sun.
In the end, we found everything we needed. Saw all that we wanted. And left feeling blessed to wander the wild together. God’s goodness is threaded through it all. The world is brimming with choas and confusion, but when I am brave enough to step away from it all, I am reminded that there is so much more to this life than what we see on the daily. The world is bigger and much more brilliant than we often realize. It is resilient. And ridiculously vast. Full of wonders – that I often think were place just beyond the well worn path, to remind us of God’s goodness and grace.
Psalm 121:1 ~ I lift my eyes up to the mountains, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
When your heart is weary – look to the mountains. Venture off to places others won’t. And remember. There is more to life than this.
Day 1 ~ Trail head to camp – 6.5 miles, plus some meandering – 2 miles