139 – Backpacking Lake Chelan – Moore Point to Flick Creek

The best description for this day of hiking is, quite simply, WET. It rained all day. In spite of good rain gear – rain pants, gortex coats, rain hats, rain covers for our backpacks, extra waterproofing added to our boots, it rained almost all day, and we got soaked. Our tent got wet. Our sleeping bags got wet. Our feet got soaked. It was raining. This was the day we needed to hike north from Moore Point (see Hike #42 – Backpacking Lake Chelan – Chelan to Moore Point, Old Orchard Camp) to a camp at Flick Creek in order to continue on our backpacking trip to the remote village of Stehekin at the northern most end of Lake Chelan. Here we are all packed up and tucked into our rain gear, big smiles on our faces as we were determined to make it a grand day of hiking in spite of the rain.

Moore Point to Flick Creek . . . in the rain
Moore Point to Flick Creek . . . in the rain

What started out as a slight mist in the early morning hours, turned into a steady rain as we continued along the trail.

Rain . . . along the trail
(photo by Kent Doughty) Rain . . . along the trail

We hiked on, past more trees charred from the fires of previous years as the view of Lake Chelan teased us through the never ending mist.

Misty views along the soggy trail
Misty views along the soggy trail

It was soggy. The foliage was heavy, weighted down by the rain and drooped over the trail, dripping wet on us even as the rain clouds began to lift. I’m pretty much as wet as this dogwood tree.

Soggy . . . along the trail
(photo by Kent Doughty) Soggy . . . along the trail

Finally, the Flick Creek Camp came into view, and we could see that it had a covered shelter. This being the only official camp site at the Flick Creek Camp, as we approached, we hoped that we would be the first backpackers to arrive. If other campers were already hunkered down in that shelter, we would be faced with having to keep on hiking north – all the way to Stehekin – as this was the only campgrounds between Moore Point and Stehekin. It looked even more inviting as we got closer. We were hopeful. We were wet!

Shelter . . . at Flick Creek Camp
Shelter . . . at Flick Creek Camp

Yes! No one was there! We could get out of the rain, hang our wet stuff up and hope that it would be dry enough to get a good nights sleep before hiking on to Stehekin.

Flick Creek Camp shelter . . .
Flick Creek Camp shelter . . .

By the time we had changed into dry clothing and hung all our wet gear up on the odd assortment of nails in the shelter, the clouds started to lift again. And, just like that, the rain stopped.

View north . . . to Stehekin
View north . . . to Stehekin

Kent always brings plenty of rope along on our backpacking trips, and good thing, because in no time we had a line stretched between two trees and had hung out our wet sleeping bags and other gear. We had a couple of hours remaining before dark, and with the gentle breeze that was blowing, by the end of the day, our gear was dry.

Blowing in the Breeze . . . at Flick Creek Camp
Blowing in the Breeze . . . at Flick Creek Camp

Just look at some of the beautiful mountain views we enjoyed from our camp once the sky cleared. Absolutely stunning!

Mountain views . . . after the rain cleared
Mountain views . . . after the rain cleared

Sitting at the end of the dock at the Flick Creek Camp, what a wonderful way to end the day!

Evening at Flick Creek Camp
Evening at Flick Creek Camp

Near dark, a family of backpackers came hiking in. Three teenage girls, a boy not much older and their mom, hungry, soaked and loaded down with their packs. They asked if we could please share our space. While the Flick Creek was really only for “one”, how could we possibly have sent them on down the trail? There was plenty of room for them! Since we had our tent set up under the shelter and it had stopped raining, we helped them identify a couple of areas that were fairly level where they could put up their tents. In no time, they were set up and cooking their dinner. They, too, were on their way to Stehekin. What a wonderful backpacking trip this was!

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