Warm Lake

Warm Lake: Our own personal lakeside retreat in the mountains!

Smells of Warm Lake: bacon cooking in the morning: Its rich aroma wafting up through the rafters up to the loft to awaken us.

Sounds of Warm Lake: Jasper scratching his ears on the solid wooden floor.

Feel of Warm Lake: the grit of the sand oozing through our fingers when we find the perfect consistency of sand to make a drip castles

Sights of Warm Lake: The sparkling stars so much brighter in the mountains glistening over the lake at night. Dad taking us out in the middle of the night to witness a brilliant lightening storm from the dock.

Adventures of Warm Lake: challenging each other to swim out to the giant boulder "way out" there in the lake. Guiding our canoe or inner tube through the Lilly pads trying not to imagine what creatures lurked beneath us.

Hiking through Stolley Meadows watching the Salmon spawn; "Big Red", the salmon, who chased away all the others while he protected his eggs; Jasper bouncing in the deep grass trying to keep up; Shelly sitting on a log full of bees! Cooking eggs at Vulcan Hot Springs! Stinky sulfur!




Playing in the water at Warm Lake was the best! We would catch minnows and tadpoles and tiny frogs. Dad would help us catch them until the bucket was full. He would let us keep them for a day or two and then let them go. We would roast marshmallows around the big brick fireplace at night and sleep in the tiny little cabins listening for the bears Dad would tell us about roaming the woods at night.

August 28-31, 1984 (Journal Entry)

"We went to Warm Lake! It was one of the most excellent vacations just because we go to get away from the hustle of life for a few days. It seems that we've been in the fast lane for so long that it was hard to slow down. But with the beautiful mountains and nature, it was easy to just relax an be with each other. The best part of the whole thing was last night when it really started to rain really hard and Dad and me went out and sat on the deck next to the lake (under a pine tree) and watched the lake illuminate with lightning and the ground shake with thunder. Its neat to have a dad that enjoys that kind of thing and be so unique. I mean, what kind of a dad would want just the BEST for his family ALL the time and sacrifice most of his time, and teach us how to get what we want (like the salmon!) and take advantage of life and succeed (like St. council) and still have time to collect his rocks and wagon wheels and let us help him polish his shoes while we watch the parades and still find time to sleep on the tramp with us? This doesn't make sense I know but my pen gets started and I just couldn't stop it. I really appreciate my dad and I wouldn't trade him for the world!"