Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The Stehekin We Remember ~ reprinted from the 2008 Stehekin Guidebook

 To introduce you to the history of a special time and place written by our mothers.

 Born in 1919, 1921, and 1926; Irene Myra Buckner, Harriet Olive Buckner (Hobbie) and Elizabeth Joy Buckner (Bucky) were raised on the family ranch in the remote Stehekin Valley at the head of 55 mile-long Lack Chelan. Accessible today only by passenger boat, trail, or float plane, as it was then, the Valley and its year-round residents are still entirely dependent on the daily boat, what they can raise or grow, and their own ingenuity. The lower Valley contains approximately 18 miles of road, with a dead end at each end, and vehicles arrive on the weekly barge.

 The Buckner Ranch began with an existing log cabin and grew to a self-sustaining, productive apple ranch. As you read the reminiscence of Irene, Hobbie, and Bucky, you can’t help but realize the hard work, ingenuity, and great experiences that created these memories and how they are truly a reflection of the many chances of the early 1900’s; oil lamps to electricity, horses and sleighs to cars and trucks, outhouses to indoor plumbing, and much more.
What a special childhood these girls and young woman shared! By the standards of many who don’t know Stehekin, the environment of their childhood may sound like one of hardship and isolation. Quite the opposite was true. Idyllic might be a more appropriate description.

 The Buckner Ranch was a place of family, friendship, and community, and it stills is today. As a self-sufficient homestead, you would think that there was little time for more than hard work. Hard work there was; but a rich quality of life for these young women was the product, not something that was sacrificed.
We hope you will enjoy these thoughtful reminiscence of a unique and special place in our America heritage. Now aGrowing up in a small pioneer community in the remote North Cascades of Washington State, the Buckner sisters led a life most of us can only relate to as something from Laura Ingalls Wilder and the Little House on the Prairie.

 As the oldest grandchild of the early pioneers, Harry and Olive Buckner and son of Irene, the oldest daughter, it is my privilege, on behalf of my cousin and siblings,  part of the North Cascade National Park Complex, the Buckner Ranch is open to the public for walks through the orchards and in and around the various buildings that remain today. Coupled with this book, you cannot help but relive a part of the lives of the Buckner Girls and the Stehekin Valley.
~Herb Sargo 2007

Chapter One
Home Sweet Home
  We are often asked, “What was it like, growing up in Stehekin?” Since it was the only “growing up” we knew, that’s hard to answer. We assumed our life was just as normal as anyone else’s. So we didn’t have movies to go to or a town to go shopping in or a large number of friends. You don’t miss what you don’t know. We had loving parents and each other and the whole outdoors for a playground.

 We now realize that we don’t know the hardships that are generally attributed to early pioneers and homesteaders. After the W. V. Buckners turned the running of the ranch over the Harry and Olive, we feel sure the expenses and possibly wages were paid by our grandfather, “Daddy Van”. After his death in 1936, the ranch became the sole property and responsibility of our parents. Money was tight and, like many others in those depression years, our father did a lot of worrying, but we always managed what seems in retrospect to have been a reasonably high standard of living.

 The house we grew up in evolved over a period of years, and began its existence as a one room sleeping cabin in about 1913. A year or two later it was doubled in size and become “Frank and Irene’s house”, as our Uncle Frank and his bride lived on the ranch the greater part of the next four years. The new addition was divided into two rooms – in our memory the one to the east was the kitchen and the other, the dining room, although that one may have served as a bedroom at first.

 After Aunt Irene’s death and Daddy’s return from service in World War I, the ranch became his to manage and the house became “our” home. The Cabin (the Buzzard homestead house) was used for several more summers by our Buckner grandparents and as a guesthouse or rental in the years to come.   

Apple Trees at Buckner Homestead

  The original room of the new house became the living room, with a native river rock fireplace on the west wall. On either side of the fireplace was a half-round fir log, with the bark still in place, running from floor to ceiling. Daddy’s hunting rifle was hung on the upper part of the up-valley log, and below it were the big Bowie knife, and the poker. His bow and quiver of arrows hung on the other log, as did the matching bow holder, and Daddy Van’s pistol and sharp –shooter medals. Daddy Van had served as the first sheriff of Kings County, California, 1893 until 1910 and again from 1930 to 1934. The recessed mantel, which ran between the side logs, was also a half-round fir log; cut (and polished) side up. In the center was a seven –day Seth Thomas clock, which struck the hours and half-hours. Every Sunday night it had to be wound with the key, which was kept under the clock. On either side if the fireplace were book shelves, about 4’ wide, floor to ceiling, well stocked with books. Across the room, under a wide window, were more bookshelves and a shelf for the U.S. Weather Bureau barometer. On the down-valley side of the fireplace, in front of the bookshelves, was a table, which held the radio, and beside it was Daddy’s chair. On the up-valley side were two rocking chairs, (the one closest to the door was Mother’s) and behind them was the window seat – an alcove projecting out beyond the front wall of the house with a built-in seat which also served as storage area. It had a hinged top that rose up to reveal all the National Geographic magazines from about 1904 on. We were permitted to sit in Mother and Daddy’s chairs only if they were not in the room. We all knew without question that if they came into the living room to sit down, we immediately gave up their chairs.

  The rock fireplace structure on the outside of the house made a marvelous way for kids to climb up on the roof – which we did with great frequency in winter.

 One of our childhood memories is of sprawling on the rug in front of the fireplace on Monday afternoons when we came home from school. This was when we read the “funny papers” (also know as comic strips) from the Seattle Sunday Times, which had come in the mail on that day’s boat. We also combed the rotogravure section for pictures of our favorite movie stars. Not that we went to the movies, but we could always dream. The rotogravure was a newspaper pictorial section, often 2 or more pages, printed on a rotary press using etched copper cylinders.

 The radio is also a part of our memories, as it was an important part of our lives. Daddy rigged up an aerial that ran clear over to the knoll, which was about 400 yards from the house. We really had a great radio reception – Seattle and Spokane stations, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, and even WOAI in San Antonio, Texas. After school every day we would agonize over the trials and tribulations of “Little Orphan Annie” and sometimes “Jack Armstrong, the All-American Boy” or “Buck Rogers in the 21st Century A.D. “Little Orphan Annie” was sponsored by Ovaltine, and there were all sorts of things just to be had by sending in one of the tinfoil seals from the top of the Ovaltine can. We got a can of Ovaltine and immediately sent off for a “Little Orphan Annie” shaker or mug or something, which eventually came and almost lived up to expectations. But we all hated Ovaltine, so one prize was all we ever got. For all we know, the can of Ovaltine is still up in one of the cupboards somewhere.

 Daddy always listened to one or more news broadcasts, and in the evenings there were a number of entertaining programs, mostly comedy, but a few verging on soap opera. (“Myrt and Marge” was one of the latter). “Amos and Andy” were hilarious, as were “Lum and Abner” – both 15-minute programs, daily. The weekly ones were half an hour, and involved many husband-wife teams. Foremost among these were George Burns and Gracie Allen, Jack Benny and Mary Livingston, and Fred Allen and the Portland Hoffa. Then there were “Fibber McGee and Molly”, who contributed humor which still crops up once in a while. Fibber would come up with something which he considered exceedingly funny and would go off into gales of laughter until Molly brought him back to earth with, “Tain’t funny, McGee”. Or he would open the closet door, and sound effects would paint the graphic picture of a multitude of stuff falling out, and “Fibber McGee’s closet” is still a very descriptive phrase.

View of Buckner Ranch from the Rainbow Loop Trail

 Two other weekly programs which we girls never missed were the Bing Crosby Show, and the Hit Parade. Sunday afternoon programs in the winter were some of our favorites, as we got older. “One Man’s Family”, “Grand Hotel”, and “Little Theater Off Times Square” offered stories in the same setting or with the same people every week but each one complete in itself. Sometimes when we were very young, Daddy and Mother used to listen to tales of Foo Man Chu which were scary in the extreme, and sent us to bed in a state of terror.

  Our very first radio was an Atwater-Kent with earphones. You had to be wearing the earphones to hear the radio so obviously we girls never listened to that one, but Daddy and sometimes Mother did. There were actually two sets of earphones, and one of Irene’s early memories is of inadvertently unplugging one set with her foot as she walked – or ran – by when Daddy and Grandfather were intently listening to something. It was Grandfather’s set that she unplugged; it made a horrible squawking noise and he was not happy. We soon acquired a more advanced radio, however, that everyone could listen to. But Daddy had principal control of the set even then. (Forerunner of today’s TV remote?) We all remember his listening to the baseball games in the summer – the Seattle Rainier’s, broadcast by Leo Lassen, on one of the Seattle stations. He would simultaneously read Times Magazine, and doze after a hard day’s work – but could always tell the score accurately even though he’d been asleep for ten minutes or so. In the winter he often ate peanuts in the evening while reading and listening to the radio, and the hearth in front of the fireplace would be covered with shells that didn’t quite make it into the fire.

 Back to the house – the next addition (in the early twenties) was Mother and Daddy’s bedroom, which extended the west of the main house, forming and ell. For a time, the girls also slept in this commodious room. It’s possible that the bathroom was added at the same time as the bedroom, as there was a door into the bathroom from both the dining room and the bedroom. That area was originally part of the old back porch which ran across the entire width of the building. This bathroom had no running water, but did have a bathtub and a toilet – water being carried to both fixtures from the pump in the kitchen in large bailed kettles, which could be heated on the stove for bathing purposes. There was no washbasin, and we always washed our hands and faces (and combed our hair) at the kitchen sink. Only after the advent of electricity and electric pump on the well did we become fully modernized, with running water and the installation of a washbasin in the bathroom.

 About 1930, Daddy did a major addition to the house, building a new kitchen and big bedroom and closet for us girls – the first extending to the east, and the other to the south, thus turning the ell into a cross. At the same time he removed the wall that separated the old dining room and kitchen, making one large room of it. This was necessary, as where could we keep the pool table, if not in the dining room? The phonograph (and later, the jute box) also lived in the dining room.
(Printed with the permission of the authors.)

Hobbie and Bucky June 2016

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Jim Nicol - Pioneer of Upper Lake Chelan

The content of this article are copyrighted by Mike Barnhart.  Note from Mike Barnhart: The essay below is an excerpt from my forthcoming coffee table book A Photographic History of The Lake Chelan Basin – Chelan Falls to Cascade Pass. Reprinted from the 2017 Stehekin Guidebook.

Jim Nicol - Pioneer of Upper Lake Chelan

Born and raised near Frankfort, Kentucky, Jim Nicol, with his hometown friend Lee Church, migrated west arriving at Chelan, Washington in October 1893. In their late thirties, both men had worked a variety of jobs in the south between Kentucky and Texas, acquiring skills that would come in handy in the Pacific Northwest. Jim was also a trained machinist.

Jim Nicol with Dan the cat

  In Chelan, the small town at the foot of the fifty-five mile lake of the same name, they were about to embark on a new venture in a new land, trapping, hunting and prospecting. After the four and a half hour ride from Chelan on the steamer Dragon, they set up camp at 25 Mile Creek. (This was before the road was built to 25 Mile Creek,) and immediately started fishing. 

  As a child, I first heard about Jim Nicol from my mother, June Courtney Barnhart. My grandmother, Mamie Moore Courtney shared stories of growing up at Moore Point in the 1890s where Nicol worked for her parents, Mary and J.R. Moore. Mamie never spoke well of Nicol because of the pain and sorrow of being caught in the middle of an affair between Jim and her mother Mary. Turns out, as I was doing research for my book, At Home in The Woods – A Stehekin Family History, I found Jim to be a well-liked, hard-working man who, much like the rest of us in the upper Lake Chelan area had fallen in love with a place and chose to call it home. 

  Jim Nicol and Lee Church arrived with new traps and rifles from Montgomery Ward and a plan to live off the land while selling furs and hides, on occasion trading with the local Indians for other essential items like a deer hide for a pair of moccasins. They purchased a small skiff, located at Railroad Creek, on the upper end of the lake and had it shipped down on the Dragon the day after their arrival. Lee would often hunt across the lake while Jim set up trap line lines, fished and hunted up 25 Mile Creek, at times climbing to the “top of the mountain” looking for deer and goat. Grouse were plentiful and along with fish, biscuits and beans, made up the bulk of their diet. 

  Jim was a resourceful and talented entrepreneur in many fields including photography. Over the years he shot hundreds, if not thousands of images in the Lake Chelan area. Diary entries speak often of developing and making prints in the evenings after work to be sold locally and afar. One photograph, from February 18, 1895 illustrates Andy Crumrine pushing their handmade ore cart out of a tunnel in one of the claims above Meadow Creek. Sadly, years later, between vandalism and a fire in his cabin most of the plates and negatives were destroyed. Only a handful remain.

Andy Crumrine pushing homemade ore cart

  Shortly after their arrival at 25 Mile Creek, they struck a deal with the owner of a vacant house nearby to use the structure for the winter. The house, about a mile east of their camp provided a good base for hunting and trapping expeditions up and down the lake. On days when the weather kept them from hunting, time was spent washing clothes by hand, cooking, developing glass plates and film, writing letters, cutting wood, cleaning and stretching hides, molding bullets, and cleaning shell casings. Apparently fixing the sights on the rifles was needed also, as Jim mentioned shooting 21 times at a grouse before hitting it! Many other diary entries make reference to shooting and missing the target, so often that Jim wrote to Montgomery Ward asking if other customers had problems with the rifles. 

  About the middle of December they put together a camp and supplies, “a lot of beans, biscuits and coffee” and boarded the Dragon for a hunting trip up lake. As was common in those days, the boats, under powered and with low freeboard, couldn’t handle a lot of wind and had to tie up ashore. Such was the case on this, their first trip. They pulled in to Wolverine Harbor for the night, about 45 miles up from Chelan. Continuing on the next morning they found what looked like a good hunting area and set up camp. Turns out the hunt wasn’t very successful due to bad weather and missed shots, but on the boat trip back to 25 Mile Creek they met Frank Wilkeson, a well-known mining engineer, who owned the store at Bridge Creek in the upper Stehekin Valley. This meeting aroused their interests about prospecting and mining in the upper reaches of Lake Chelan. 

  Excursions uplake became more frequent for Jim and Lee, sometimes rowing their skiff to Lucerne allowing them to have greater access to hunting and prospecting sites on both sides of the lake. With the post office at the Moore Hotel, and meals available at Moore’s and across the lake at the Lucerne House, that part of the lake, forty miles from Chelan, became their home. Soon, they had several trap lines out and even rented extra traps to others in the area. Jim’s many skills in carpentry, mining, and, woodsmanship kept him busy working for others in the area as well as his own projects. The Moores hired him on a regular basis working around the hotel and doing assessment work on some of their claims. He ordered a portable forge, dynamite, and other mining tools from Montgomery Ward and before long was involved in several other claims along the lake, sometimes trading work in exchange for the deeds to claims. Many long days were spent drilling and shooting tunnels, dressing (sharpening with forge and hammer) drill steel and bars, making charcoal for the forge, building wheelbarrows and ore carts and even track for the cart out of poles. On top of all that, once they got back into the mountain and found the vein of ore, they filled bags of the mineral, packing them down to the steamer landing to ship to the assay office in Spokane.

  Tragically, on October 1, 1894, almost a year after their arrival, Lee drowned near Canoe Creek as a large swell upset the boat while he was taking down the sail, throwing him in the lake. His body was never found after several days of searching. Diary entries clearly indicate how saddened Jim was. One entry from October 19 mentions the arrival of Ned Church, Lee’s brother. “Ned Church came up on the steamer Stehekin. I was extremely glad to see him. It was a great relief to me to talk to him about Lee.” 

Rex Creek cabin with Lake Chelan in background

  Months following Lee’s death, Andy Crumrine, who had a cabin near Railroad Creek started working with Jim on the claims. Andy used a couple of horses to haul supplies to his own claims up Railroad Creek, so occasionally they sent them across the lake on the Dragon to pack gear into claims further up the mountain. 

Jim took out a homestead at Rex Creek and continued to work many years around the Moore Point area, fixing the waterwheel, mending shoes, catching trout for the evening meals at the hotel, varnishing fly rods and a host of other chores necessary to keep things working for the guests. One diary entry mentions catching forty one trout and picking ten gallons of strawberries! In his late seventies age was beginning to wear him down and he eventually moved to Lakeside where, after a stroke, was confined to bed for 4 years. He passed away in a Spokane Hospital in September 1939.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

"Family, Friendliness, Persistence"

Stehekin Heritage Summer Presentations

Last night the Stehekin Pastry Co. hosted valley residents and visitors to a Heritage program entitled: "Stehekin Heritage - A Gift Worth Passing On." This program traces Stehekin's history from indigenous tribes who traveled through the valley for trade, through the mining and homestead eras and on to today's community life. 

One goal of the summer presentations series is to inform valley visitors about Stehekin's history and the value of continued community life in the valley. 

With this goal in mind, it was inspirational when a guest raised her hand at the end of last night's program to say, "My husband and I love to study history. We've purchased Mike Barnhart's book, At Home in the Woods, and are enjoying it thoroughly. After being in the valley, reading Mike's book and being here tonight, three words come to mind: Family, friendliness and persistence. This is a unique place because of the people. Thank you for tonight's presentation!" 

Today this writer was approached by another individual who attended the presentation.

"You know, last night after the program I did a lot of thinking about this place and community life here. I have some ideas that may help preserve the community." She then shared her thoughts. Just before leaving she said, "You'll be hearing from me. I want to help." Comments like these help us realize the hard work required to make these presentations is worthwhile. 

The next Stehekin Heritage Summer Presentation will be Saturday, August 19th at the bakery. The title of the presentation will be, "Lodging: The Early Years." If you're in the valley, we hope you will attend. 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Road Work in Stehekin

the water truck attempts to keep the dust down in the staging area, while the chipper turns logs into mountains of chips

The Lower Field - which is often a wonderful place to view wildlife throughout the seasons -with the view of McGregor mountain from the valley floor to the summit- has been transformed. There are huge piles of logs, rock, trailers, heavy equipment, a giant chipper that is turning the logs into mountains of something akin to garden mulch, a rock crusher and other machinery. The lower field has become the staging area for the equipment and materials necessary for the eventual paving of the Stehekin Valley road. 
Lower Field - (picture take during a previous summer)
This summer, road work is going on in Stehekin which will hopefully improve the road for all who use it. The project is slated to be completed at the end of the 2018 summer season. With heavy equipment moving trees, rocks and soil, those who travel Stehekin's road are learning to schedule for the inevitable delays that the road work causes. The local flaggers do their best to get the travelers through safely, and often offer a friendly word while the drivers wait for the go-ahead. 
the Lower Field as a staging area for the road work (smoke driting in from fires in British Columbia)
Many are learning to be patient while enjoying the smoother, dust-free roads (the water trucks are working daily to keep the dust down). We are assured that when the road construction is done, the lower field will be revegetated -and an alfalfa crop will be reestablished. 

In a couple of years, we will once again enjoy the idyllic wildlife scenes: deer grazing; bears -fresh out of their winter sleep- filling their hungry bellies with the first tender greens of the year; Canada geese gathering in the growing alfalfa -their last hurrah before their soon-to-appear hatchlings require all their attention. 
hay bales dry and ready to be put in the barn

By 2019, or 2020, summertime will again provide scenes reminiscent of years gone by, with hay in the field -cut, dried, raked and then in bales, ready to be picked up for feeding to the local livestock. This field was part of an original homestead, and the has been cultivated for over 100 years.

Until the alfalfa is growing again, please be patient and don't be too surprised by what you will see in the Lower Field.

Please visit StehekinHeritage.com, or our blog at stehekinheritage.blogspot.com

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Advice From a Happy Stehekin Deer

Advice From a Happy Stehekin Deer 
 (Upon finding a neat little hoof signature by my chomped cabbage…)

Go in at night, they won’t catch you then

They’re sleeping so sound, you can easily dine

Your exotic fare inconceivably fine

All that is missing is fine sparkling wine

Go right ahead and nibble away

Try strawberry leaves and green bean pate

And that little green apple dangling high and away?

Oh yes it’s definitely worth the foray!

And what have we here, now, so round and deep green?

It’s cabbage! for coleslaw! The perfect cuisine!

Just take a few bites, from the center to glean

There’s more where that came from, just come back again

And when you’re all done sign with neat little stamps

And carefully step through the mega watt amps

With leanness of figure wires cause you no pain

For ease through all fences.... try a vegetable plan! l.c.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Take a Stroll on the Rainbow Loop Trail

At the "Upper Rainbow Loop Trailhead" ready for the hike!

Gordy leading the group out on the trail.

A glimpse of the valley floor from the Rainbow Loop Trail.

Gordy heading up out of the trees to a nice view.

Looking back along the trail with McGregor towering in the distance.

Gordy standing on Rainbow Bridge about half way through the hike.

Gordy heading through an open area. I assume there is a trail there some place but a bit hard to see in this shot.

Trail along the hillside with Ashley and Gordy. 

Over look just off the trail to see the vista spread below with Castle towering over the valley. With Gordy, Krissa and Sierra.

One of the excellent views along the trail. Here you can see Buckner Orchard below and Castle Peak in the background.

A view of the lake and valley floor from the trail.

Our group heading down the trail with Lake Chelan in the background. Ready for a break at Stehekin Pastry Company.

Stehekin Pastry Company is a great destination when you get off the Loop hike as it is just one half mile down the road. They have a wide selection of  items to eat and drink while you relax in a lawn chair in the yard.

After the 5 mile Rainbow Loop hike a cold dish of ice cream is just right!

Thursday, July 27, 2017

A Child's Delight

Today's post was written by a 7 year old in 1992. It's about the simple pleasures of childhood in a remote community.

I live in Stehekin. I live in a big log house. We do not have power off a wire. Our power comes from a pelton wheel. I did not have power in my room until one special day.
I was on my way home from school. Papa had just got home from Chelan.
I ran acr
oss the field. When I got there Papa told me to go look on the counter. It was a light!
“Papa! How could you possibly get this for me? Am I dreaming? I just can not believe this! Will you put it in my room tonight?”
“Yes,” said Papa.
That night Papa worked hard on the light. It seemed to be forever to get the light hooked up. Papa told me to go look at my light. But, papa told me if I went up there I would have to sweep up the swirling, dusty sawdust. So I went up in the dark. But it was not dark, because my light was on!
Then mom said it was time to eat, so I went downstairs. Every minute I would have to go and check on it. It made me feel rich having a light in my room. It seemed to glow like a lantern. That night I got to read in my room!
And now whenever it is time to go to bed I read a little. If I wake up in the morning and no one is awake I just read.
The End

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Glimpses from the Past ~ Pilot Ernie Gibson

The following is reprinted from Stehekin Heritage Guidebook 2015. Ernie built Chelan Airways on service. 

Ernie Gibson, long time owner-pilot of Chelan Airways, spent much of his time transporting folks to and from Stehekin in a wide assortment of aircraft. Everything from fishing trips into Trapper and Domke Lakes to emergency flights to help someone in serious need of medical help. We remember him fondly as a quiet, superb pilot and friend.

Valley potluck for Ernie Gibson when he retired from Chelan Airways
photo by Nancy Barnhart

Ernie Gibson holing a fish he caught at Trapper Lake.
Ernie Gibson on the dock, at Stehekin, with his Cessna 180
Ernie with his airplane, a de Havilland Beaver (a 6-seater)

Chelan Airways plane, back when one could fly in to Trapper lake, on the cover of 1956 Flying Magazine

Gordon Stuart pushing Ernie's plane away from the dock at Domke Lake. Ernie spent many years transporting folks in for a stay at the lake for some great fishing.

Ernie begins loading freight and folks for a  flight from Stehekin dock to Chelan. Chelan Airways was a great, dependable service for folks based here in Stehekin.

How to Take a Mini-Cruise in Stehekin!

Smooth as glass--a perfect "Craig Cat Day!"

How to take a peaceful, beautiful cruise
while at the head of the lake in Stehekin: 

1. Find the Log Office north of the Stehekin Landing

2. Talk to the nice person behind the desk about renting 
a "Craig Cat"

3. With her/his assistance, learn the SIMPLE operating instructions
(my six year old granddaughter can operate them)

4. Board your mini-cruise vessel and you are off on
your adventure with the barely noticeable purr 
of an electronic motor as a backdrop to the amazing scenery...

A canopy is provided for shade

A calm day is best for touring the quiet marshes of the head of the lake. Look for Blue Heron, many kinds of ducks, beaver, fish jumping for bugs. You can even bring your fishing pole!


Keep your eye out for pirate ships along the way, and the Monster of Lake Chelan!!

Could this be the Lake Monster?
Homes at the Head of the Lake--yes people actually live here!
Silver Bay Inn at the mouth of the Stehekin River

Log drift at the mouth of the river--easy to find your way through--watch for a few shallow sand bars!
Weaver Point Campground --a nice place for a picnic lunch

You will find some wonders to behold directly across 
from the Landing, 
A popular spot to visit...

Check out Kayaking on Lake Chelan
Near the Painted Rocks--Head of Lake Chelan

Painted Rocks -worth the visit--Read about them here: The Painted Rocks

You may even see the passenger boats arrive. 
Waves expected. No worries, this craft cannot capsize! 

5.  After absorbing the beauty of the Lake, return your vessel
to the Log Office, and the nice person will be happy to accept your rental fee!

Ahh, your own personal cruise on Lake Chelan!

**Craig Cat Electronic Catamarans cruise at 7 miles per hour. 
Life Jackets are Available at the office
Two comfortable front seats
Two smaller back seats facing backwards
Operator Friendly
**Fair Weather is recommended
                                                               ($30.00 per hour) l.c.