On our hitch back to Samuels from Sandpoint, our newest trail angel gifted us a loaf of freshly baked bread from the bakery she works in.
As we began ascending into the Selkirk Mountains, we walked into a couple who owned the last property and in-holding on the Pack River. They invited us to their home for dinner and it turns out that Elizabeth and Mathew recently acquired the land to create a permaculture retreat. For those of you who do not know, one of Stacey's biggest passions is to understand and implement permaculture and self sustainable land use ideas. In this way, people will open up their hearts to the land and to the earth where all points of view in the landscape are listened to and accounted for.
The next day we climbed up to Fault Lake.
From Fault Lake one walks cross country across the crest of the Selkirk's bushwhacking down into Hunt Lake.
It's strange that there is no recognized trail crossing through these mountains. Even on the Pacific Northwest Trail to the north of us, there is a bushwhack across this craggy crest line.
Even though a new round of thunderstorms were approaching, it was time to take another bath in Hunt Lake.
It truly felt like autumn was finally approaching us.
The Big Chill was not only in the water, but in the air as well.
From Hunt Lake it was a boulder hop to a dirt road route that would take us down to Lower Priest Lake.
At Indian Creek Campground, along the sandy shores of Priest Lake, we shot the breeze with the locals over several cups of coffee.