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The Canal Cities in the Low Countries.

Linda and I just returned from a surgical strike trip (more on that later) to visit the Canal Cities of the Low Countries.  For me that means Amsterdam, Delft and Bruges. Oh the canals.

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On the way to Rembrandt’s place on a hazy summer morning at the Seven Bridges Canal in Amsterdam, The Netherlands.

 

Looking for Vermeer on a quiet morning in Delft, The Netherlands.

About to have a cup of coffee with Hans Memling in Bruges, Belgium.

On most days, canal means the Chittenden Canal – flowing through The Valley Club – as it waits to receive a golf ball I have just hit. Or it means one of the many agricultural canals carrying water to the ranches and farms.  As a child that meant the canals on Harsen’s Island when I would visit my friend Bill Dawson. As an adult it meant life on the Hood Canal (a misnamed glaciated fjord in Washington state). I really like canal cities such as Venice in Italy or San Antonio in the United States.

So what do canals mean to you?

The 4th Weekend Sunrise to Sunset

I am not a subscriber of trying to use a major holiday as a means to travel and experience the world.  Crowds (a.k.a. overcrowding) is the reason.  One of the advantages of being self employed all these years (owning the company and being on the payroll still means self employed) is that if we really want to go someplace and experience it at the very best time (whatever that means) we can.

So usually I stay close to home on holiday’s such as the 4th of July.  This year I stayed close to home, but ventured out enough to stretch my legs.

And what did you do for the 4th Weekend?  Anything memorable occur?

Sunrise over Obsidian, Idaho

On Saturday morning I decided to head out before sunrise and a get a shot of the Sawtooths as the sun officially started its day from a spot I have been thinking about for some time.  The result above was taken from the ridge line just above the town of Obsidian, Idaho.  Obsidian is effectively abandoned from a “town” perspective.  It is located south of Stanley and north of Smiley Creek.  People reside in what was the motel. However, the motel, grocery store and gas station are closed to general business. I was accompanied up the ridge line by Gypsy – a McNab Border Collie who must reside in one of the former motel rooms.  Gypsy was extremely helpful and full of good energy.  While waiting for the sun to rise I noticed that my fingers were getting extremely cold at the tips.  How could that be? The weather forecast indicated the temperature was going to get to into the mid 90s.  I would learn when I got back to the car, the temperature was 30 degrees.

The view during breakfast in Stanley.

After my goodbyes to Gypsy, I headed north to Stanley for some breakfast.  After purchasing a Blueberry Scone and a large Latte, I decided to go sit in the public park located just a couple hundred yards up the hill from the Stanley Bakery and consume my meal. For some reason the taste of the food was improved with this view.

With my appetite satiated, I decided to head north – downriver on the Salmon to Lower Stanley.  There is a homestead and cabin on the outskirts of Lower Stanley that I had not visited in a while.  Statistically speaking the longevity of the cabin is greatly improved because I am not responsible for upkeep and maintenance.

Sunset (looking southeast from the Summit of Indian Creek).

After dinner last night, I noticed the clouds starting to gather directly south of the house.  This meant there was a chance for a nice sunset at the top of Indian Creek.  I often hike to this spot but that would entail two hours and 3,100 vertical feet of gain. Earlier this year I discovered a lightly used four-wheel drive jeep trail that reaches the summit in a somewhat circuitous manner (i.e., travel 10 miles to sit 3 miles east of the house).  I had already used the jeep trail four times and knew that I had enough time left to catch the sunset.  I was able to get the shot above.  I was also able to determine I can change a flat tire on a downward (and somewhat steep) grade in the dark.

 

Summer in the Sawtooths 2013 – Abe’s Armchair

While reading the register at the Top of Abe’s Armchair Kyle establishes the Peak is not named after Lincoln – The President or the Froman – The Sausage King of Chicago.

The peak Abe’s Arm Chair is one of my favorites, and until this day, only from a viewing perspective.  Located at the south end of the Sawtooth Mountain Range, the peak does in fact look like a big arm chair – with a magnificent head rest.

Abe’s is a prominent peak in that it that it rises almost 3,000 vertical feet directly from the valley floor near the headwaters of the Salmon River (Lewis and Clark’s; River of No Return) and is virtually impossible to miss when heading south from Smiley Creek and up to the summit of Galena Pass.

I have spent 30 years wondering what the view at the top is like and today is my chance to find out.

The Sawtooth Mountains from Abe’s Arm Chair.

There is no official trail or well documented route to the top of Abe’s.  So Kyle and I plan that the effort to summit Abe’s Armchair will be a 100% off trail endeavor that encompasses a great deal of route finding.  What documentation we do find indicates the best ascent is the via east the ridge and starting at Sawmill creek and Sawmill Canyon.

Abe’s is known to be a great place to Skin to summit and ski off the top in winter.  However, this is weekend number two of the 2013 summer and high temperatures are forecast to be in the mid 90’s.  Scrambling to the top of a peak at approximately 10,000 feet in elevation in 90+ degree heat is not a lot of fun.  Therefore Kyle and I decided we will start our ascent in the early AM and attempt to beat the heat.

The place we decide to start our ascent is located just before the Sawmill Creek crossing on Smiley Creek Road.  This “trail-head” is 1.1 miles from the junction of Smiley Creek Road and Smiley Creek Cutoff Road.

Effectively the ascent to the summit turns out to be broken into one-thirds.

The lower third is in timber.  There is a faint trail on this portion.  The objective is to stay to the right (about 20-50 yards) of Sawmill Canyon Creek.  At about a mile into the hike the faint trail will completely fade away and it is best to head right and up through the timber.  Non connected Elk trails will assist in the ascent.

The middle third is open meadow.  Although steep, the footing is solid.  I suggest staying on a west northwest course until you hit a ridge-line with scattered trees.  I also suggest singing songs from the Sound of Music – despite what your partner likes or dislikes.

The last third is a rocky and grassy ridge-line with a scattering of trees until you are above the tree-line.  The last 1/4 mile is a mostly level ridge-line to the summit.

The top of Abe’s Armchair provided a wonderful 360 degree view of Galena Summit, The Boulder Mountains, The White Cloud Mountains and best of all the Sawtooths to the north.