This was the fourth time I took Charlie and Johnny to Lucky Peak. The first two times revealed the river bottom pretty much dry and the reservoir alarmingly low. The third trip we saw water in the Boise but still a low reservoir.
You drive out past the big bridge, which I showed the boys on our first trip and which ever after they mention and always want to cross on our return home. And you cannot help noticing the river, whether wet or dry, and Barber Dam, which is either spilling water or not.
Our practice has been to drive into Discovery State Park, see if any water is shooting out the flumes, then go up, drive across the dam, park and observe the reservoir. The boys climb on big rocks and guard rails and throw smaller rocks at the water. We count boats, if we see any.
Today their mom went and brought Edmund. She drove.
Johnny mentioned the bridge; we all felt stunned--and rewarded--by the level of the river; Barber Dam was spilling, you bet; those two huge flumes were shooting out tons of water, the first time the boys had seen that. Exciting, amazing. Charlie told his mom that the other times they had just been empty holes.
We drove up past Sandy Point, noted the fountain and the swimmers, and prepared to cross the dam. But the road was closed. Too much water, I guess.
There's a small viewpoint up above, so we drove up there. The area is enclosed by a chain link fence, which Charlie said a thank goodness for.
He and John and I walked through the scrubby weeds right up to the fence, where the boys tried to throw rocks into water, and where we could all see a full up reservoir. Does a soul good.
I guess the whole purpose for this report is to tell what Charlie said as we walked to the fence. "There's nothing like a trip to Lucky Peak."
Right you are, Charlie.
I told his mom about it as she carried Edmund to our place overlooking the lake, and she suggested her dad would love to hear something like that. Yeah.
I'll just bet we go out there again.
And, yes, we drove over the bridge on the way home
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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So far, I like everything Charlie says. He must be an old soul.
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