Redfish Lake positioned at the base of a range of 10,000+ foot peaks, with another range of ten-thousanders to its north, is as mercurial in its moods as is the ocean. The Sawtooth Mountains stretch into infinity, stirring the weather pot and cooking up local storms and dynamic skies.
Looking down on the lake from the foothills of the Sawtooths. Distant Whiteclouds also gather storm clouds to the north.
Positioned, as it is, near a major state highway, Redfish Lake and it’s historic lodge lures travelers and invites participation in all it offers, from sailing, flat water paddling, hiking, horseback riding, trail running, swimming, camping, fishing, photographing, dining, drinking, dancing, and just plain dreaming.
Aspen covered ridge west of the lake captures the last rays of the sinking sun.
This is truly one of my favorite places to be. However, I prefer to wait until September after the hordes have left. Even with that precaution, on my second night, I was driven away by RV campers two slots down from me who just had to bring the city with them, complete with compressors, TV, and LOUD club music. Unfortunately, this is not the first time such an annoyance has driven me away. It seemed more prudent for me to leave, forfeiting my $18 than to attempt to speak reason with idiots who have no concept of their impact on the world.
What is your favorite way of communing with nature?