Matthew and I wake up super early and head down to the lake. The steam is rising off of the lake into the cold brisk air. The air is clear and we sit in silence, the only sound, a flock of geese, 16 or so , circle the lake and the sound of their wings sound like a quick shuffle of a deck of cards. Beautiful. We decide to get our poles and throw a few casts around the lake, to no avail. We drop them off and pick up the dogs and head over the dam around the other side of the lake. There is a hollowed out redwood tree that is hand tied with individual clamps that used to supply power to the power house about 8 miles down the road, pretty cool. We keep hiking around the lake and the hike is beautiful and full of birds and rabbits and is filled with hundreds of varieties of trees and plants and flowering bushes, the dogs are running wild and think they are in heaven! We stop about half way around the lake on a little manmade bridge overlooking a log boom and rest, its so quiet, not one car or generator or voice to be heard. We lay and look up at the trees for about a half hour before we head back to make coffee and breakfast. Mikey is awake now and making a fire. We are lucky to have 2 fire pits, one for cooking and one for heat, thankfully its Monday so the camp is virtually empty and we can spread out and make ourselves at home setting up the hammock and chairs. After breakfast its time to fish, Matthew and I take out the canoe and Mikey tries out the shore, a few hours later and still no fish we come in and relax in the sun.
This is how the next few days go, we meet a few characters and are glad when they leave ha ha. Its nice to have peace and quiet and time to read, we all finished at least one book each. Each day was nicer than the last and the chippers (chipmunks) kept the dogs busy while we took the floaty tubes into the lake and watched the sky and trees upside down on our backs. Matthew and I rode our bikes through each secret trail in the woods, mountain bikes might have faired better but our beach cruisers charged over dead branches and up dirt embankments. Still no cougar or bear sightings, but we are satisfied with that. Hunting season opens in a week and there are a few scouters that move up into this territory with their guns and scopes. This is the only complaint Matthew and I have, the hunters, it seems cruel and not very sport like, we are realizing you can’t have it all. Other than that we do a lot of fishing, Matthew is the only one to land a fish, we do a lot of canoeing and hanging out on the dock with the muskrat and his family eating crawfish under the dock. We do a lot of relaxing and floating, the trees keep the air fresh and scenery is surreal. No electricity or water, we boil lake water for drinking and brushing our teeth and a shower consists of a dip in the chilly water, which is okay with us, we could spend another week here and cannot believe it’s already week three.
The last night we make spaghetti dinner with mock homemade sauce and enjoy the warm night by the light of the fire and reminisce of the trip in its entirety. Feels like its over. We enjoy the fire and marshmallows until sleep beckons us and we head into the RV for our last night of sleep at Olive Lake, its been unreal, thank you Olive Lake.
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