My wife andI took our new 180 for our first camp trailer trip up off White pass a coupleweeks ago.  I wanted to go explore around Lost lake which is about fourmiles east of Rimrock lake by crow.  The last time I camped there wasabout 60 years ago.  It is about 6 or 7 miles off the highway on a Forestservice road that was paved about 30 years ago and looks like it was nevermaintained so full of pot holes.

The road isquite steep.  Our 2014 Toyota Tacoma V6, six speed manual transmission andtowing package handled it well.  The cows were on the FS grazing permitthere now and had taken over the primitive campground.

The roadended at Lost lake the last time I was there but it now continues on past so wedecided to see where it went.  It was gravel past the lake and muchsmoother than the first 6 miles of pavement.

The gravelended in about 4 miles and the dirt road continued.  I made a recon onfoot and found a good camp spot just past the end of the gravel.  We hadthe area to ourselves except for a couple of those new side by side ATVs came by one evening. They look like the Pope Mobile so that's what I call them.  They sloweddown so as not to create any dust when they saw the trailer.  I flaggedthem down to ask where the road went.  They didn't know.  They werecamped at the Airstrip down at Rimrock and were just following their GPSs.

I weighedthe hitch before loading the trailer.  The weight includes a 20 pondpropane tank, a large 12 volt battery and full fresh water tank.  485pounds.  We are pretty minimal on packing much so probably near the final loaded weight.

The 180 leveled and ready to enjoy.

The first priority was to take a hike to Long lake.  Last time I was there it was on a trail that started down at Lost lake.  I knew it must be close to our camp.  We found it about in about a mile or so.  Just like I remember.  More of a frog pond than a lake.

A Squadron of draggon flys. they look like baby helicopters hovering around.

The old Shelter built by the CCC.  This one was restored about 30 years ago.  they are getting to be pretty rare.

A fire the next morning to take the chill off.  Camp was at about 4500 feet msl.

I was sitting by the fire and heard a cow bellering for its calf.  Took a little hike to see what it was all about and found them in a meadow about 100 yards behind the Rpod.  Fresh milk!

The sun hitting the ridge behind the meadow.  I looked on my map to see if this meadow had a name. It said Pickle Prairie. I remembered my grandma talking about Pickle Prairie.

I took a walk around the meadow and found the old sign where the old trail entered the meadow.