The race with the boaters was on! When we arrived there was still a spot! We set up the tent in the dark with MANY other campers and the baby in the pack in play in hopes that sleep would occur. There were a few fireworks and it did not really feel like wilderness.
We spent some time enjoying the dock (and the coffee) before heading to find our trailhead.
We said farewell to Detroit Lake and drove up the forest service road to a little used trailhead to French Creek Ridge.
The wildflowers were beautiful (and above five year old Amy's head!)
Though there was technically a trail, it felt very much like bushwacking!
We took some time to enjoy the view before heading back through the long grasses and overgrown trail.
Baby Analise enjoyed the ride!
Mt. Jefferson loomed large in the distance.
We enjoyed the view of Detroit Lake without all the other campers.
Though it was not our first plan, it was quite a memorable weekend and we continue to tell the story of chasing the boats to get the last campsite at Detroit Lake.
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