Nature's playgrounds: Family-friendly, budget-friendly stops in the American West
BY DAN LEETH
Special to The Miami Herald
When summer's triple-digit temperatures melt the desert, the Rockies of Colorado beckon. Here, one can find camping in the shadow of 14,000-foot peaks. My favorite place to pitch a tent is in the San Juan Mountains near the southwestern corner of the state. Crags touch the sky, eagles soar and hawks fly and friends gather around the campfire where everybody's high (at least in altitude). It's like bivouacking in the middle of a John Denver song.
To the north lies Wyoming, a state that boasts rolling grasslands, a devilish tower and peaks that French trappers named for bulges in the female anatomy. Its most famous landmark, however, remains Yellowstone National Park.
My wife and I generally camp at Mammoth Hot Springs, an area that features wet terraces sculpted in limestone. Nearby, animals wander at will, and campground signs warn us to beware of bears. I've never experienced a problem, but the thought of a midnight encounter makes nocturnal toilet trips much more exciting.
Montana presents country so open and unpopulated that not long ago, the state did not bother with posted speed limits. The eastern part of Big Sky Country features plains and prairies. To the west rise the Rockies. Famed potter Beatrice Wood once told me, ''sometimes you know a place is right because it feels good.'' In Montana, I search for such a spot. It seldom takes long.
LEWIS AND CLARK
While southern Idaho serves up spuds, the panhandle features forests of fir. Here, campers can still share the spirit of Lewis and Clark. Two centuries ago, the pair crossed Lolo Pass west of Missoula, Montana. Part of their route followed the Lochsa River where today a string of campgrounds along US 12 provides riverside sites. Near Jerry Johnson Campground, a one-mile trail leads to primitive hot spring pools. They offer simmering soaks to those of us whose tents lack tubs.
Next door, Washington features a variety of land forms, each offering camping possibilities. My favorite remains the Olympic Peninsula. On our last journey there, my wife and I camped at Salt Creek Recreation Area near Port Angeles. From our mobile bedroom, we could watch cargo ships plying the straits between us and Canada's Vancouver Island.
World War II artillery bunkers still grace the grounds. At one time, big guns protected the two-nation waterway. They now provide concrete curiosities of a time before Toyotas and Hondas were welcomed ashore.
I've spent many nights camped in Oregon, visiting deserts, mountains and coast. Not long ago, I was exploring the Willamette Valley near Salem. I wanted to photograph its famous covered bridges just as Clint Eastwood did those of Madison County.
Instead of a lovely Meryl Streep, I was seduced by Silver Falls State Park. There, streams tumble in cataracts that range from house-high drops to plunges that thunder over 15-story cliffs. Enamored by the voluptuous water, I spent several nights encamped in its lair. Not only did I discover a new favorite, but when I came home, I could tell my wife where I really was.
California offers unmatched camping possibilities. I prefer the Sierra Nevada's eastern escarpment where granite ramparts rise in bands of peaks and palisades. A favorite campground lies at Whitney Portal near Lone Pine. Relaxing under the trees, I can smile knowingly at the load-lugging backpackers who grunt upward toward 14,505-foot Mt. Whitney, highest point in the contiguous states. I, too, did that in my youth. Maturity has relaxing benefits.
Most know neighboring Nevada for its glitzy gambling. Beyond the neon lies the Great Basin where barren valleys separate mountainous strips. This is a land so vacant, the military uses it for testing secret aircraft.
I love to top up the tank and go back-road exploring. At day's end, I emulate pioneers of yore and stop in a lonely spot surrounded by miles of nowhere.
Undimmed by the glow of civilization, the stars always seem to shine with 100-watt intensity.
Some believe that the wilds of Nevada are a place where UFOs land. While I've never seen one here, I do not doubt the claim. The ETs are probably looking for a good place to camp.
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