Glacier National Park is the most beautiful place I have ever been and I'm pretty sure I only saw 3% of it. We camped on the northwestern side over on Bowman Lake. The drive out there is no joke. Roughly 35 miles from the west entrance you take a very long drive with very pretty scenery!Read More
Montana! Montana! Montana! A brief look into our 2016 summer road trip in Northwestern, Montana. Photos of the quaint and cute McGuire Lookout just outside of Rexford, Montana.Read More
The campsite was the most peaceful out of the 4 we went to. Very few neighbors, lots of greenery and right on a river with a little metal rowboat right out of a painting. The campsite came with a Yurt which came in handy with Montana's frequent summer rain showers. It was a great way to start the trip with some serious solitude with my favorite people.Read More
Do you like quick and to the point stories? I sure do, I know you have lots of other blogs to get to, possibly some cat videos or buzzed recipes. I get it. So here we go! October 29, 2015 maybe it was the 28th, I don't remember. Kelli and I left Sandpoint, ID for Minneapolis, MN on a four day road trip.Read More
The final unveiling of our DIY truck camper bed shell, thing! Yay! We are finally finished and decided to give it a test run with some friends in the Granite Chief Wilderness. Free camping is the best camping!Read More
LIKE SHEW and Shea Lysdal team up for photo shoot to show of their new LookBook as well as Shea's first time modeling.Read More
In my 35 day trek in Europe I started shooting strangers. Which in theory seems easy. But once someone sees you, they tend to keep seeing you. And a language barrier is enough to make things awkward. Or I'm just a pussy. Enjoy the photos.
We had the luxury of seeing family on our excursion. We planned to see them for a couple days so we wouldn't impose. It turned out to be a full 6 days. I mean, they are family after all. They have to keep us.
hey fed us 3-5 times a day with either delicious home cooked meals or the best take out you could find. My aunt has always been a foodie. And my uncle is Pakistan and he knows how to make delicious authentic Asian food. Why would we want to leave!!!
Also had the pleasure of hanging out with my cousins, Ali and Zara, ages 15 and 13. I hadn't seen Ali since he was 6 so it was nice to catch up and see him as a man! Zara will rule the world some day and is by far the prettiest girl cousin in the family. She looks more like my mother than I do. I digress...
I use to visit my aunt when she lived in Seattle by herself. My brother and I would visit at the end of every summer. It was fun seeing some of the same decorations she had then in their new place now. A little bit of nostalgia and comfort.
Needless to say it was a great way to end the trip. I know family doesn't really ring a bell when you think of a honeymoon but I think it's safe to say a week of comfort and English was pretty nice.
Beer and New Friends
I'm going to start this post with a story about some two rude american backpackers we came across (from California, go figure). Bros, if you will. We started up conversation since we were sitting right next to each other and both were leaving Barcelona. We had to take the regional trains due to weather flooding a bridge that our high speed train would have taken us through. He asked where we were headed to and we responded with Nice (neese like geese) and he followed with "I hate to correct your pronunciation but its nice (n-ice like the english word) laughed uncomfortably and we never spoke again. He was wrong.
A few minutes after a lady b-lined it to me speaking Spanish, I used the few words I did know to try and tell her I don't speak Spanish, but I think I told her "Yo no hablas espanol" which is wrong and she probably thought I told her "I dont you speak spanish" or something so she kept going. I finally just said "yo no se" and she walked away. At the end of the trip the train stopped as the Police boarded to check our passports. Rude boy number 1 began spitting out Spanish like it was his second language. I never would have guess. Thats what I get for assuming. I guess I'm wondering how he didn't know how to say Nice and yet is all cultured with his Spanish. And he didn't help the lady spitting out Spanish to me when he clearly spoke it well. We thought it would be fun to speak english with some fellow backpackers but turns out they are still Americans. You can interpret that however you like. They made me mad. MOVING FORWARD
We had another extremely long travel day and yet again arrived late in Nice. We really don't like that doing that, but we haven't quite found our groove. The food in France that we could afford or at least know what it is was typically bread on bread with some bread on the side. Don't get me wrong, I love me some bread, but not for all three meals. The second we found our hostel, Hostel Smith, located in old town Nice. We quickly ran back to this Indian restaurant that caught my nose. It was so nice to eat food with flavor! I can't express that enough. Luckily old town had just about every culture of food readily available. We were pretty tired so we only walked around for a little bit wondering the tiny alley ways, observing a mass of what looked like twenty sixteen year olds all with alcohol headed in the same direction. Walking with purpose, We were too busy eating to jump up and follow just out of curiosity. We never did find were they went.
The next day we woke up early like (still) and nothing is open (still) we did find a bakery (more bread) and I managed to order a vegetarian sandwich, which was and accident, and a chocolate croissant, (even more bread) I know you are suppose to embrace the lifestyle and the whole 'when in rome...' thing but I'm gluten intolerant, and lactose intolerant, and for those who don't believe in the gluten thing tell that to my intestines and my inflamed organs.
Quick note, when two people wear only like shew gear the entire time people don't stop starring. I tried looking up what shew may mean in other languages because of the looks we get. Or its the Sanuk shoes, the French must think we are dirt poor. I guess thats a good thing. But at least they could stop starring in my soul and judging.
Once Nice, finally woke up we ran into an Australian bunk mate who recommended we go see the painted windows in the square (i don't remember the name) and he was right, they were awesome. They had painted on shadows so at night it actually looked like real windows. We had read that Nice is full of antique stores and art so went out looking for precisely that. We ended up finding a pub along the port had drank what we call exploring juice (beer). Some pubs, you ask for beer and they just bring beer with out you even choosing. Others you have two or three options. I found that interesting. Unfortunately, Heineken is everywhere. I'm spoiled with craft brews I suppose.
After our exploring juice we went on a walk down to the coast to see the beach and the view. From far away you could literally see that everyone was tan, not a white body on that. The south of France is serious about their tans. We got a little lost but found our way to another little cafe. We wanted some more juice and decided to try a platter or appetizers. We ate octopus, and liked it, it wasn't chewy from how I remember. It was their Mediterranean plate and it was delicious. I wish I could remember what we ate. You will find out later why my memory is so foggy.
After some grazing we went on a hunt to antique stores. Finding some pretty amazing stuff, some I can't say because they are gifts for the family, but I did find a gem for me! A 1930's Longchamp briefcase for 50€. Such a score! It's beautiful and I'm obsessed with it. I have a bag problem. Coats and totes as my dad always says. Another thing about bags, everyone has an Eastpak backpack or any variation of a Longchamp bag. I can't express how often I've seen them. Now I want and Eastpak backpack... I'll find one.
Next, we dropped our stuff off at the hostel and decided to go get dinner, we had passed this seafood restaurant and figured we had to try seafood so close to the ocean and in Europe. We got a platter that had oysters, snails both large and small, really tiny shrimp maybe it was krill, clams, octopus and maybe a couple other things. I had tried everything except snails and since I had a pretty good buzz going and well when in Rome or I'm this case Nice, I had to try it. A friendly German, named Olof helped us eat the snails. They looked disgusting but tasted so very normal. They were about 3/4 inch long with the shell and came out all twisted. It was slow food as he called it. We ended up conversing for the remainder of our dinner. He was on business and discusses other countries cultures, asked what we did for a living, shared his knowledge. We took a picture together actually like 4, that was his doing, and exchanged e-mails and phone numbers, and went on our way.
I lost count of my beer intake but the night gets fuzzier from here. We stopped at the Irish pub right by our hostel and sat outside with a fellow at a table. It was right in the heart of Old Town so lots to see while drinking. Kelli, being Kelli, she made conversation with our second friend, Hovnatan. He is a theater actor currently living in Nice, but flys to Paris when he needs to. He said the acting is more Shakespeare with heart and passion and less action and comedy. He told us Ethan Hawke saw him perform and said this is what I want he wanted to do. He is Romanian but is born in France. We spoke of politics and Obama like most foreigners want to discuss. We chatted for quite some time before he left, also exchanged emails and phone number. By then I should have gone to bed. Instead, we see some Australians and for some unknown reason flag them down and they pop a squat and by us a round of beers, Luke and let's say Brian. We shared a mutual feeling for the French people and our lack of understanding them. We shared some laughs and drunken slurs...
Then I woke up with a headache and swore off alcohol the rest of the trip. We will see if that holds up. Nice was a lot of fun, and I would definitely go back, so many different types of neighborhoods and so much to offer. Two days wasn't enough but I'm happy to be out of France. Off to Switzerland!
Selma and her Hostel
We experienced our first hiccup, and it was mother natures fault. When we took a high speed train from Paris headed towards Barcelona. Ms. Nature decided to flood a bridge so all passengers had to get off at Perpignan, France. We then all waited outside the train station as they sent 5 charter buses. Thinking they were going to take us to the next train station they actually drove us the rest of the way. 2 1/2 hours later we arrived in Barcelona.
We have this habit of not having a planned place to sleep, and since we ditched our camping gear we are relying on cafes with wifi to try and find a place to stay. But first, we tried the walk in approach and everyone turned us away. We gave up that route and decided to find the good ole wifi. Which was a lot harder here than Ireland, and France. Right when I wanted to give up, I turned around and found a glorious wifi logo on the window of the cafe. Life sometimes just works out. Thats pretty much been the moral of our trip so far, no time to worry it will all work out.
We ate some weird pizza thing called a Coque, it was gross. Drank Estrella, also gross. We used hostelworld.com to search a place and saw that there are a ton. Even the ones that turned us away said they have availability. We found a lot that would have been a normal run of the mill hostel but we chose the cheapest option and the location as absolutely perfect. We received an e-mail with instructions on how to find it and their house rules. They don't have a sign above their bright yellow door with graffiti all over it so it seemed a little sketchy. But we went with it. We were told to call when outside of the hostel at the door, or use their wifi to email them. Instead I knocked on the door for a long time. Finally someone opens the door and we meet Selma. Selma is from India and her whole family lives in the hostel as well.
That's when we realized the name of the hostel, My Home In Barcelona, was literal. They had 4 rooms available as well as their living space. They have only been open for a couple months but the experience was irreplaceable. She gave us two keys, one for the front door, and one for our room, The rooms were colorful and the furnishings looked brand new. She offered us the larger room for one night because it had a jacuzzi tub. Yes we used it. The room also had a balcony so we could feel like a local and hang outside and watch people. They let us use their laundry machine (for 5€) and we hung our clothes in our room to dry and truly felt the Barcelona experience. After we realized we totally scored on this hostel find we decided to mosey around.
We grabbed some cervesa at a nearby cafe with seating outside and watched the nightlife begin. We stayed in a much quieter neighborhood than downtown Barcelona, so the activity was light but not scary. Did some shopping and I finally found my digital watch that I had been searching for. Its a casio, its gold, and its perfect! Why digital? Because I don't have time to read analog and military time is just easier when digital. Also it has an alarm, a stop watch, and that feature that beeps every hour. I love that last feature.
I got to use my Spanish skills which was fun and I now want to pursue that language much more. I helped an old lady find the bathroom and I even gave her .50 cents to use the bathroom (yes, the charge you at the train station) I was so stoked that I was able to communicate with her.
The next day we had planned on taking the city bus tour, I know thats so lame of us to do but we had one day to see Barcelona and this place is massive so it only made sense. From here on out we do plan on skipping the major cities and finding the small towns near them. Cities smell, they are crowded and thats the exact opposite of what we want to see and do. The bus was fun, we had hop on and off privileges and got see the city from a birds eye view. Massive, doesn't even begin to describe how big it is. Once we finished our tour we decided to bar hop back to our hostel. We ran into Selma, our hostel owner, and chatted for a bit while the cafe brought out beers. He also brought out snacks every time we ordered. It was awesome. The beer got cheaper and cheaper the more we were in smaller neighborhoods. All in all Barcelona is rich with history and culture but far too big for me. We are off to Nice, France.
Europeans stare at me a lot. Can't be certain why. I also got asked for help by three different people. I have no idea what they said or wanted and that mystery will haunt me forever.
The Land of Bread and E-Cigs
It was surprisingly nice to see a city that was somewhat familiar. I had been to Paris back on 2007. Being 17 I really didn't appreciate it as much as I would now. I still don't understand the French, both figuratively and literally, but it really is a magical city.
As we arrived we had strict goals, find a wifi restaurant because we were both starving yet needed the Internet to find a hotel or hostel, and grab any and all information on trains departing from Paris to plan our next excursion. We walked for about 30 mins before we found an empty wifi Japanese restaurant that seemed like they had good food. I knew we were in the right place when I used my hands to show how big of a beer I wanted and the hostess did the same gesture. I proceeded to make a bigger gesture and she laughed and did the same. It was the most expensive Japanese restaurant in town I'm sure of that, but the stress of finding somewhere to sleep was more important. It was about 7:45PM while we sat and finally found a place on hotels.com. I think I ate pig vertebrae and some other weird food but since she couldn't explain it to me I didn't really care.
It started to rain during dinner so we suited up with appropriate gear and headed to our hotel. This was tricky and confusing, tricky because we don't have cell service to look up directions to our hotel and confusing because we did and it worked the entire way there on airplane mode. I guess I don't u destined technology as much as I thought I did. It was by far the longest walk yet and our bags had never felt heavier and it's only day 4. Uh-oh!
Did I mention our one bedroom hotel room has two different bathrooms. What? Dope?
The land of e-cigarette stores and scooters. We decided that staying two nights in a city is good amount of time. As I mentioned earlier how heavy our bags felt, we made the executive decision to ship half of our stuff home. We had spotted a FedEx so we knew where we could do that. Sad, but necessary. Most campsites didn't cater to the EuRail so we were limited on transportation to the campsites other than walking and let me tell you how sore I am. I knew this was going to happen but you don't really know until it happens. So we basically paid a million dollars to have them shipped to California. Thank the baby Jesus for FedEx accounts. Our packs are still heavy but my back and collar bone feel so much better.
After we took a two hour walk (we still don't know why it took that long) to ship our goods, we were finally able to explore. I recreated some photos I took back in 2007, we stopped at 3 different cafes to grab some beer, finally got my Croque Madame (for those who haven't heard, this is the best grilled cheese ever, simply because they put a fried egg on it, and ham inside) we walked to the Arc De Triumph, and mastered their metro system. Really wish we could have mastered it sooner to avoid the 3 hours and 9 miles we walked. It's in the past now.
We sipped beer along the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower, watching people either run by or walk by dressed to impress. I love how well dressed everyone here is. I think Paris is the origin of Hipsters. But the right kind of hipsters, still entitled and trendy, but it seems as though it's more natural. No offense Portland, you are still hipster capital USA. Do people work in Paris? I see people going places but never going into places. Their bike system is awesome. We had intentions of using them but slightly intimidated on where to return them. And if people didn't rent bikes they owned a pretty dope one. Along with bikes everyone had a vape pen, or e-cigarette, and stores for them were about as popular as Starbucks in Seattle. I still can't believe how many people smoke in this city. Everyone must have cancer right? It made me want to smoke, they all looked so cool doing it.
That's about the nicest way for me to describe Paris. I wish I had more nice things to say, but to be honest Paris is just eh' to me. I can appreciate it from a distance. Won't be needing to come back. I prefer small towns in Ireland where the people acknowledge your existence and don't have a permanent RBF (resting bitch face). Sorry Paris but I'm out. Off to Barcelona! Where my Spanglish will help us get by. I actually really enjoyed saying Bojour and Merci and even Oiu Oiu but that was the extent of my French vocabulary. Let's hope taking 4 years of Spanish in high school pays off. And by 4 years I mean I took Spanish 1 three times (because of 3 different schools, and two states) and Spanish 2 once.
One last thing I still haven't found a digital watch. Must be a faux-paw in France.
Anthony & His Pals
Day 3! After Silverstrand, we trekked back the way we came back to Wicklow, stopped at the Bridge Tavern one last time for some breakfast and a much needed break (I must stretch more). Ordered tea and breakfast and attempted to order beer (at 9:50AM) which we were denied due to Sunday's having a 12:30PM rule. No beer for Ciera and Kelli. We walked back to the Wicklow train station and on our way we were greeted with "hey honeymooners" from our friendly campsite attendant as he was pumping gas. Exchanged some words and said our goodbyes. Off to Rosslare!
We had no expectations for Rosslare, we planned on taking the ferry to Cherburg, France and Rosslare was the ferry port. We arrived earlier than we had anticipated and found the closest bar, The Porthole, part of the Rosslare Hotel, to sit and soak up some more Smithwicks. As we enter the bar a group of four people, two ladies, and two men greeted us (like I said, everyone is friendly). Our bags are kind of a giveaway that we are backpacking Europe. We sat at the table next to them while we chatted about our travels, Rosslare, and what they were up to.
The conversation, keep in mind, strong Irish accents with mouths like a sailor.
Anthony: "been going since last night if you know what I mean"
Shea: "are you too together, I mean traveling together"
Anthony: "sounds like you meant something else"
Shea: "I didn't mean nothing by it"
Anthony: "don't mind him he's shit"
Me: "actually it's our honeymoon"
They proceeded with yelling and cheering and congratulations with handshakes and hugs. Being gay and traveling we had it planned to be cautious and keep the PDA to a minimum. So far, it's been nothing but nice kind accepting people. Still proceeding with caution. Ireland may not care but we still have much more to see.
The three beers we consumed while talking with the four of them came to a halt as our newest friend Anthony got a bit ill and had to leave as did the rest of them. Not before Shea rolled a spliff that he shared with us. Then it was two, then it was three as a Scottish man, named Mark came outside and chatted with us as well about our expedition. We made way to the ferry terminal to board the Oscar Wilde were we to embark on an 18 hour boat ride to France.
We stayed in a tiny cabin with a tiny bathroom with fold down berths in room 6195. We kept saying that we are basically on the titanic. I'm Rose and Kelli is Leo. The ferry is filled with restaurants, bars, arcades, shops, and even a movie theater. Thankful for my anti-nausea patch that we obtained from our doctor, we didn't get sick. I actually don't know if I have sea sickness but I wasn't going to find out. I found it interesting that the boat was by Irish Ferries, the help was French, he outlets were European (Ireland uses UK) but they speak English. Very confusing. I made Kelli play arcade games with me after she said no twice then she said yes once. :)
Camping On The Coast
I. Love. This. Town. It reminds me of my hometown in California. It's friendly, small, and adorable like Auburn. We purchased a EuRail Global Pass so we had the freedom of taking any train any where and every where we wanted. Expensive but so far, very worth it.
We took the train from Dublin towards Rosslare and stopped at Wicklow for a campsite we had found online through Alan Rogers and ACSI. We've been using the tourist offices in the cities or towns as much as possible. After all, they are there for you!
Before we headed to our campsite we took a break at the Bridge Tavern where we sipped on ice cold Smithwicks (a fantastic light Irish beer) outside watching the locals go about their Saturday morning, did I say morning. I meant afternoon. The Bridge Tavern is a bed and breakfast as well as a bar and restaurant. After three beers each we decided we had enough liquid courage to make our three mile trek down the coastal road to Silverstrand. Knowing that the sidewalk was going to eventually end we walked along the street mesmerized by the scenic views. The brightest green hills we had ever seen, herds of sheep, adorable country homes, all with red or blues doors. Everyone waves as they pass us by, we were probably a sight to see with ginormous bags on our back with bright orange rain covers. What only seemed like 30 minutes (it took an hour) we arrived at a Silveratrand.
We celebrated and cheered and ran (a couple feet) to the camping host store slash office and was greeted by an incredibely friendly Irish man. After talking about our travels and intended travels we told him it was our honeymoon and he congratulated us with a couple jokes.
"you won't be cold tonight then will ya"
"only be needing one shower token then"
He then drove us to our camping spot over looking the east coast of Ireland of the "warm" Atlantic Ocean. Only two other campers near us, it was very remote and peaceful. We set up camp and the rain immediately followed. Perfect timing. We took a walk down to the beach and met a new friend, a sea lion, very antisocial and intimidating up close.
As dinner time came near we busted out our Backpackers Pantry Jamaican Jerk Chicken with Rice and Beans. We boil water with our MSR stove (bought fuel from the campsite) and added it to the freeze dried food and waited. Then I noticed it had 1440mg of sodium. Needless to say we woke up puffy and retaining water. Is that there intention? Although I felt the dehydration after every bite it was surprising delicious.
Sleeping pads are one thousand percent necessary. I may have been on a hill and woke up in the side of the tent but my back was very happy with me. Our tent, by Big Anges, was recommended by an REI employee and we will be buying her a thank you gift (not really) it kept us dry and a little too warm. Our sleeping schedule has been whack for the past few days. Still waking up at 3:00AM wide awake. It's annoying. The perk to the early bird is seeing a truly amazing sunrise, which back home, I never see. Ever.
Once 5:00AM hit we finally rolled out of bed and started making tea and breakfast. After, we went to the toilet stalls to brush our teeth where we met our next friend, LITERALLY THE LARGEST SPIDER I HAD EVER SEEN. Now, I know a lot of people say that. And other than the local pet store tarantulas, this was the largest "wild" spider I had ever seen. It was underneath the sink in the corner making us squat every two seconds to make sure it hadn't moved. Fast forward say an hour, I went back to wash dishes and it was gone. My arachnophobia kicked in and I high tailed it out of there and rinsed them elsewhere. If I had to give a size reference I'd say he was 3 inches tall with his legs, and 2.5 inches wide. And no, I did not take a picture.
Oh and one last thing, I'm almost positive even the crows have an Irish accent.
Everyone has a red door in Wicklow.
September 26th, 2014 - Dublin, IRE
Arriving in Dublin at the early hour of 6:30AM about 45 mins early from our original arrival time. We make our way on a city bus to the center of Dublin to find our hostel and ship off some like [shew] t-shirts to London. (more info on that coming soon!)
I felt like I was in a BBC movie watching all the school kids take the city bus to get to class. Some wearing maroon school uniforms and some wearing blue. You could see the cliques without every hearing any of them speak. I felt like I was watching an episode of Skins UK. We arrive safe and sound ditched our bags at our hostel and put foot to pavement.
Next, we found ourself a little hole in the wall cafe called Elephant & Castel. Adorable name, mediocre food. I've known this but this also reassured this thought, europeans don't know how to cook eggs. We stood out as we were the only ones ordering 2 eggs any style, toast, sausage, and hashbrowns. Most people had granola or muffin. Oops!
After that not so tasty breakfast we decided to walk to the Guiness Factory to hopefully explore its interior. This was by far the best and most interesting tour I have ever done. The first perk was that it was self-guided. I don't like to be boxed in with crowds and headphones that a bajillion other people have worn, call me OCD. It was such a visually pleasing tour. Typography, color, industrial design, and incredibely innovative. There, we met a lovely older Australian man named Ken. He was on a 'walkabout' for 5 weeks all by himself. We enjoyed a complementary Guiness together and discuess our travels. He congratulated us on our honeymoon and we went our seperate ways.
Thennnnnn, on our way to check in to our hostel, which is at 2:00PM, we came across Dublins smallest bar, The Lotts aka The Snug Bar, so obviously we had to go inside and investigate. Ordered a Smithwicks (thats for you brother) and enjoyed the locals watching their golf. The bartender was adorable and we bonded quickly. A girl at the bar recommended food at a restaurant called Grangers, so we packed up headed to the train station to inquire on ferry times and found ourselves at another little bar, Grangers.
This will be short and sweet. I order the special, fish and chips with a pint, and Kelli ordered a panini, their "smallest meal." I watched a man in his 60's drink Smirnoff Ice, and another order Coors Light. Gross and Gross.
By this time its 5:00PM and we finally checked in to our hostel and regrouped. We were in a 4-bunk room and had yet to meet our bunkmates. After accidently taking a sleep, we woke up around 9:00 to our Ohio bunkmates. Also, doing the same thing, traveling for 3 weeks but with 5 guys. Originally the idea of sharing a room with random strangers was kind of weird to me. But this whole trip is about putting me outside of my comfortzone. It turned out to be quite lovely and the only thing that was a bother was to try to remember to not fart in the middle of the night. Yeah, I do that. Taking our second sleep we fell asleep to the local bar playing live music with a band that must only play Americas one-hit-wonders. I sang myself to sleep!
Boca Campground - Truckee, CA (Near Lake Tahoe on the Boca Reservoir)
Going camping doesn't seem as easy as I remember as a child. Planning in advance can be crucial when it comes to reservations, and finding a noteworthy spot. Usually most websites and travel books don't do it justice. I'm a very visual person, so I hope to intrigue you as much as this place intrigued us.
During the summer the lake is so low that most boats aren't on the water making a quite experience, also allows you to wake to the lake and see some of it dried up. If you're lucky you might see the local Shepard, his four dogs and his herd of sheep. Be sure to call in your reservation and avoid online. Typically will say the campsite is full when it isn't.
The storms can be deceiving in the summer months, visual across the lake you can see lighting and thunder heads but fear not, other than wind nothing makes it's across the lake. Making it a very unique experience.
TIP: Use recreation.gov and reserveamerica.com to find your campsite but be sure to call to book, I found that online isn't as accurate with reservations as talking to a human is. Most sites had openings that were not available online.
Directions: Take I-80E toward Reno. Exit Hirachdale. Follow signs for Boca-Stampede Resevoir. If you need cash be sure to get it in Truckee before you head to camp. We found that most general stores ATM's were out of order. Truckee is only a 20 minute drive but it can ruin the nature of the trip.
Animals: No real big threats. Bear warnings but very rare chances of actually seeing one. Chipmunks, black bird, flies and red ants will be annoying especially the chipmunk family of 8 that made it a nightly routine to scavenge our campsite at night.
Campsite #22: For small groups up to 6-8 people max, or two big tents. Overlooks the reservoir in a 180 degree view. Walk in only, park a little farther than your average campsite. Have to walk through campsite #21 to get to campgrounds.
Campsite #22 + #21: Perfect for large groups who some space to spread out. Great if you have a rowdy crowd due to being so secluded. About 3 possible locations for Hammocks and even more space for tents. No RV Spots.
Campsite #19: always first come first serve. Not so private of a spot but beach access all to yourself!
- Dirt bikes
- Wake boarding
- Water skiing
- Jet skis
- Paddle Boarding
- Fishing (with permit)
- Day use or Overnight
- Amazing view
- Great for all outdoor activities
- Vault toilets
- Hidden yet easy to find
- Fire pit with rack
- Picnic tables
- The friendliest Host (Dennis, tell him we sent you)
- No running water
- Firewood is expensive
- Cash only
- Surrounding stores lack supplies also very expensive