June 26, 2018. We are up early — and have been most every morning since leaving the mountains of Montana and Idaho. Dang! Sunrise is early when there’s no mountains to delay it! We really don’t mind because the air is deliciously cool. I feed the boys and make coffee, and of course the morning walk. It’s quick, quick, quick, no longer than needed to take care of business. I am anxious to leave the city behind; some peace and quiet is needed.
We head to the Laughing Dog Park so The Chiweenie Brothers can get in one last romp here. It’s all but empty, but we three walk the perimeter a couple of times, then back in the van, and I poke the van’s nose out into traffic from the on-ramp and head west on I-90. Spokane traffic is unbelievable, but I suppose that’s just me. Not used to it, and don’t want to get used to it. However, we are soon out of the city proper and traffic thins.
We are headed west is all I know at this point, to eventually get to Moses Lake, when I spot the sign for Fishtrap with the little brown triangular sign that signifies camping. And what do you know, it’s BLM land. It’s easy to find the designated site, and there’s only two other people here, camped at the only table. There’s room for four or five very close campers, but we’re only here for a night or two. We’ll deal with it. There is a vault toilet and gathered-rock fire rings.
The campsite is on a bluff that overlooks Smick Meadow and a lovely little pond.
On the bluff to the left is an old barn. I leash the boys and wander over to the sign that tells all about the area. This is Folsom Farm, or what’s left of it, from the early 1900s. The barn still stands along with another outbuilding. The house is long gone from a fire. The farm was sold many times between it’s beginning and end.
I am pleased to see that no vandalism has occurred here. How nice!!!
All is quiet here during the night except for a distant train on occasion.
In the morning I hear a coyote howl which reminds me of Arizona, which reminds me of the glorious sunrises and sunsets in the Arizona desert. As if in answer to a silent yearning, the second morning we are blessed with this
There are no trees to give shade in this camp and considering it’s almost July, it’s beginning to warm up. Too warm. We head out, to once again take I-90 west.
I can’t resist stopping for a few moments to get shots of the wildflowers blooming with abandon along the road into Fishtrap Camp.
Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel. Hugs, Shawna
Water: No Garbage: No — pack it in/pack it out
Bathrooms: One Vault Toilet Electricity: No
Tables: One in Camp area Shower: No
Fire Pit: Makeshift fire rings BBQ: No
# of Sites: Room for four/five Fee: Free
Other: There are picnic tables past the gates (they ask you that you keep the gates closed) and a hiking trail down to the pond.