The setting was perfect for the words God needed me to hear. The Aspens were in full explosion on the hillsides as i meandered to and fro up the Redfish lake ridge towards the Bench Lakes. On hills in the distance i could see the many colors of the Aspens that i did not find up close, particularly the vibrant reds on the slopes of the White Cloud Range to the East. Having grown up in Seattle, I did not have the pleasure of seeing God renew his color palet every fall in the leaves of his rooted Aspens. They were a pleasure to behold, one that drew my heart constantly to God's amazing glory in the landscape surrounding me.
I hiked a ridge that followed more than half of Redfish Lake, which is over 5 miles in length, to sweeping vistas of the azure blue below me and the castle like White Cloud Range to my east. It was a chilly day that produced quite the blue sky and forced me to hike in long johns. It was October. I had my first glimpse of The Grand Mogul up close and personal on the trail, i can see how it and the Elephant's perch behind it are a climbing mecca in the Sawtooths. I veered off the main spur to ascend to my destination in the shade of Mt. Heyburn, the Bench Lakes. The traverse from the spur to the first lake brought with it a dense foliage of landscape as i switchbacked rather quickly by myself up to the shelf that supported the lakes. The first lake was beautiful with the tallest peak in the Sawtooth's framed beyond it, Mt. Thompson. The second lake had the full view of Mt. Heyburn less than a mile away. God is glorious, take a look.
Mt. Heyburn with the Bench Lakes Tucked in the Shade
Mt. Thompson is the Leftmost



God did not create that meadow, pointing so directly and perfectly at the mountain, by chance. He made it to reflect his glory and creativity in creation. So that we might gaze and have our eyes and hearts drawn upward, to the seat of his throne where he reigns in spledor and glory. Our God is indeed and awesome God. At the end of the meadow we meanded a few hundred feet up to the Lakes Basin at the base of the Eagle Cap to find Mirror Lake, the gem of the Lakes Basin.
Pictures do not do justice for Mirror Lake in the shadow of Eagle Cap. The mountain is too massive to capture with the lake in the foreground. This would be our camp for the night, however we would need to find a camp. Jim and i reckoned there might have been over 100 people camped on the lake as we made our way searching for a suitable spot. We found one, made dinner and called it quits. The mountain told me that i was not yet worthy to behold it as i encountered another bought with elevation sickness and spent the night trying to keep liquids and food in me. We had lightning, thunder and rain throughout our first night to welcome us to the wilderness that was not our own.
They were all unique in their own right. From small enough to be considered a pond, to the vastly deep waters of Douglas lake at the base of Hurricane Ridge. I had never seen so many lakes in one day of hiking in my life. We ate lunch with jackets adorned and busted out the camp stove to warm tea and hot chocolate for the ladies.
I would be surprised if the temperature ever climbed above 45 degrees that day. It was the coldest i've experienced on a mid-day hike. At the eastern edge of the basin we got a glimpse of the valley floor below that we would be hiking down to our final campsite.
We dropped 1500 feet within a mile and a half and our knees felt it. The valley was massive at the base of the lakes basin and stretched from the town of Joseph on Wallowa Lake to Glacier lake beyond the backside of Eagle Cap. After innumerable switchbacks we hit the valley floor, disenchated that our supposed three day hike had become eight and a half. We crossed the West Fork Wallowa river on downed trees that got our hearts racing with the current of water beneath us. Our campsite was perfect.
Along the river, a fire pit, flat areas for our tents, meadow behind us and trees right next to us. We set up tents, graced the woods with our presence, filtered water, gathered firewood and laid down for a quick nap. It rained off and on as we were in the tent and as we were preparing dinner, disgruntling our hopes for blue sky and a warmer temperature. The fire warmed us up good and the warm spanish rice filled our stomachs, replenishing the much needed calories that we had burned. We spent a few hours playing farkle and laughing with one another before we thanked God for the day and the ability to be in His wilderness and fell asleep. It rained for a good portion of the night, but didn't creep as far below freezing as the previous night.
This valley was unlike anything we had experienced on the hike. We had ferns, over 30 stream crossings, grass foliage out of what could have been the olympic mountains, a avalanche chute that must be seen to be believed (at one point there was probably 15 feet vertical of piled trees from being tossed down by an avalanche that season), numerous huckleberry stops to replenish nutrients and feast on the berry that must be one of God's favorites, wonderful waterfalls and cascades, aneroid mountain in the distance, and the final view of Wallowa lake as we descended to the trailhead we had seen three days previously. We made it...22 miles later. We ate in Joseph at Mountain Air Cafe on main street and laughed, sat in silence in reflection from the trip, encouraged one another, and stuffed our faces with burgers and split pea soup. The Eagle Caps are not tame and i have more respect for God's power in creation now than I did before. Now to keep my muscles in shape for my next 40 miler in Banff, two weeks out...
There is a newfound passion in some students now for the outdoors and God's glorious creation. Most of the students had no idea that wilderness beauty was simply in their backyard. My brother was a trooper on his first backpacking experience and i know he loved every minute of it! It was neat to see my relationship strengthen with him through the vigors of intense hiking. My lovely wife was a tremendous help on the trip and we couldn't have pulled it off without her.



We had a wonderful time in the community serving where the needed us. We also were able to have a bit of fun, swimming in the community pool playing marco polo, trying to ford the mighty salmon river...didn't work, bowling in a decked out early 80's bowling alley throwing 6 pound bowling balls almost the entire length of the lane, driving to Williams Lake 15 miles west of Salmon on the edge of the Frank Church Wilderness and watching students soak each other with the hose. Every morning we took part in a morning devotional and every night we sang worship to our Lord and discussed three different passages from the Gospels. The student's were enabled both spiritually and physically by our Creator and all were enthused about wanting to travel on a mission trip again; i think Britt's face below says it all! To God be the glory. Now i'm resting and preventing myself from becoming ill.







