If you decide to hike Blossom Lake Trail don’t forget to let your parole officer know that you are leaving the state of Idaho.
The trailhead for Blossom Lake starts off in Idaho but quickly passes over the state line into Montana.
No biggie, however, it would have been nice to realize that prior to my trip as I thought I had experienced some sort of X-files abduction and lost an hour of my life.
I felt better once I got home and figured out that I had not lost an hour of my life, only crossed into Mountain Standard Time for the duration of the hike.
Blossom Lake Trail is somewhat misleading as it is tagged as a moderate trail. This trail is 5.5 miles long with a 1220 foot elevation gain. I say the trail description is misleading because the beginning of the trail has very little elevation gain, mostly flat. At about one mile the trail takes a drastic change, jetting up the hillside with no switchbacks. Meaning that there is no easy elevation gain on this trail.
There are a few side trails that have been put in, probably for people like me, who were cursing the hikers who added comments to the trail guide as “this is an easy trail”. Sure that trial would be easy if you’re in shape like Tom Hardy’s Bane in Batman The Dark Night Rises. But the climb is not easy. Although there is a way to make it easier for you, have a horse haul you up the hillside.
Speaking of horses. I would like to address an issue that has been bothering me since I hiked this trail this summer. And it revolves around horse shit. And I mean that literally. We’re talking actual horse shit. And here is my issue. As a dog owner, I am reminded constantly to pick up my dog’s excrement. I carry empty poop bags with me everywhere I go if in the event either one of my dogs has to go. I’ve got poop bags in my hiking bags, they’re in my purse, they’re in the glove compartment of my car, hell they’re even in every pocket of every jacket I own. I do my job of cleaning up after my dogs but why is it that horse owners do not have to abide by the same rules?
IT.IS.GROSS walking along a trail and having to navigate around piles of horse poop. To add salt to the wound let’s just talk about the dogs who enjoy consuming these nasty piles of crap that have been left all over the trail. I don’t want to point any fingers but there is someone in my household who loves herself some horse poop and her name starts with a J and ends with ovi. SHE.IS.GROSS.
This is my last paragraph on this horse shit talk I promise. Just in case you’re getting grossed out. I do understand that there is a difference between horse poop and dog poop. Dog poop can have toxins in it and horse poop is primarily grass and hay. But I still find it gross and do not want it on the bottom of my hiking boots or in the belly of my dogs. Because, yes, after Boomer saw Jovi enjoying herself some horse snacks he also partook in the fun. You can imagine I was thrilled.
OK, moving on.
Back to the trail. When we reached the top of the climb that only Bane would hike without breaking a sweat we followed the trail downhill through a shaded woodland area. The trail leads out to a small break in the trees, granting a view of a small lake and surrounding mountains. The trail then traces the hillside down to Prospect Creek and the mouth of Blossom Lake.
The dogs and I crossed the small creek and passed by a few fishermen. After cresting the small hill we entered into a campsite of more fishermen and horses. It was apparent to me after seeing all the men scattered about that this lake is a hotbed for fishing.
The lake was somewhat packed with people, although it was a Friday, it was still a weekday. I counted at least twenty people sprinkled about the lake, fishing, swimming and relaxing.
I found us a spot and Boomer jumped into the lake happily. Jovi kept to the shoreline, greeting people as they walked by and I soaked my hot feet in the cool lake water.
As I was enjoying my sunshine time a young man walked past us and stopped. He looked at me and said, “aren’t you the lady who sells the dog treats at the farmers’ market?” I looked up at the boy and recognized him immediately. It was odd to be 2 hours away from home, technically in another state and be recognized. But hey, I’ll take it.
Although I was shocked with the quick brush with fame, it was not our first time. I will never forget the one day Boomer was recognized by one our readers. They pointed at him and said, “hey that’s the dog with a blog”. Sometimes I wish it was his blog, so I could pass off some of the writing to him. Although if he did write some of the posts I am sure they would revolve mostly around dog treats, his annoying sister Jovi and the many places I take them. Which I guess isn’t much different from what I write about, except trade out dog treats for beer and it’s practically the same thing.
After sufficient swimming and sun basking time, we headed back down the trail. This path was covered in past their prime bear grass, which would have been a spectacular site to see during their season, but we traded bear grass for in-season huckleberries.
Berry picking significantly slowed our return hike time down. Although it was my fault as I was grabbing berries off the bushes as we walked down the trail. With each grab there was a slight tug on the leash, leading the dogs to eventually look back to see what the problem was. Once they realized I was picking berries, they began picking berries. But can you blame us? After our hike, we needed some fuel to get us back to the car!
This trail does take a bit of a drive starting with taking Exit 43 off of I-90 heading east at Kingston. Follow the Coeur D’ Alene River Road (FH 9) for 23 miles. Turn right (towards Murray Idaho) on FR 208 for 15.8 miles to the top of Thompson Pass. The road is not maintained in the winter, however, it is not a difficult road to travel in the summer, even if you are pulling a trailer. The parking lot is large and has a pit toilet along the road up to Revett Lake Trail.