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Indian Creek at Priest Lake LbNA #24531

Plant date:Aug 12, 2006
Planted by:colls & DB
Found by: Wolf Dancer (2)
Last found:Sep 23, 2010
Last edited:Aug 12, 2006
My earliest memories are of standing in the backseat of my Dad's 4 door Ford Sedan while we bumped along on a never ending gravel road. We were on our way to Priest Lake. We came for the fish, and stayed for the fun.

This year our trek to Priest included the first member of the 5th generation. Hopefully some of Owen's earliest memories will include his huge family enjoying each other at Priest.


Camping at Indian Creek
Once you reach Indian Creek Campground, head to the Indian Creek Nature Trail in the Day Use area of the campground. Once on the trail, enjoy the gurgling stream and dark forest understory. Before long you will be able to spin the dial. When you land on Western White Pine, trek in the direction the arrow points. You will come upon an unusal tree with brown and just a trace of yellow bark. Nine paces away you'll spot a strange pair of Western Red Cedar siamese twins. The little brother holds the box.

Fishing at Indian Creek
Now, back to the tree wheel. Follow the path heading NE. When you get to post #8, pause to pay homage to this box's original hiding spot. You'd be done by now if the original spot was any good, but it turns out the box drowned in the snowpack. So, continue on the nature trail until you come to the intersection of Indian Creek Trail and Old Flume Trail. From DB's newer log bench, take 40 steps upstream on Old Flume Trail. Turn to the left, facing Indian Creek. About 4 or 5 yards from the trail's edge you will see the upright roots of an old, old, fallen tree. Hop over this log and walk atop the mound that turns out to be an even older fallen tree.

Ahead, and perpendicular to the tree you're on, is another log, moss covered with a pretty tall baby, growing on top of the tipped-over root ball (we believe that both the host and it's baby are Alpine Fir).

You can find the box, planted below the baby Fir, tangled in the roots of the parent and hiding behind a couple of smooth granite river rocks.

Good luck, fellow intrepid boxers, good luck to you!