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I come from a small island in the middle of the Pacific. I blame my upbringing for my love of remote places, hidden gems, and wanting to go to the places where fewer footsteps roam. Road trips to find such places have become a regular part of my life traveling with outdoor photographer Travis Burke in his adventure van. Late August found us crossing into Idaho for the third time in one year, intrigued by the network of lakes and forests in the panhandle of northern Idaho which no one in our well-traveled circle of friends ever seemed to explore.

woman paddles canoe on lake at sunset
The scenic views are endless at Priest Lake. Photo Credit: Travis Burke.

Aside from camping, our home base for the week is a spacious cabin at the family-owned and operated Hill’s Resort on the western shore of Priest Lake. The deck is so close to the waterfront that as I’m sipping my tea in the wee hours on our first morning, I see our float planes show up. I’m giddy, hopping up and down in an effort to shove my boots on while running down to the dock. This is the first (and let’s be quite honest possibly the only) time a float plane will be arriving at my doorstep. The owner of Hills Resort knows the pilots and it’s only through that connection and a lot of kindness on their part that we’re able to go up this morning. Bucket list item – check.

Once airborne our four planes fly north in a loose formation up the lake. It’s such a treat to get an aerial lay of the land. We swoop low over small islands dotting the lake’s surface. Some, like Kalispell Island and Bartoo Island, even have forest service approved campgrounds (reserve here). The lake narrows dramatically and we fly over Upper Priest Lake, much smaller than its main counterpart, but incredibly scenic and infrequently visited. The clarity of the water and its deep blue hue are so inviting that we land the plane briefly just for fun. From here we are less than 20 miles from the Canadian border. My pilot points out the start of the Selkirk Mountain Range which joins the Rocky Mountains to run all the way north past Revelstoke 300 miles away in British Columbia. I can imagine the perfection of these peaks in winter and I’m already brewing excuses to come back for a snow season.

One ridge, in particular, stands out to me and I ask the pilot if the sheer granite face has a name. “Mount Roothaan and Chimney Rock,” he tells me adding that at this time of year there’s a hiking trail to the summit that’s popular with climbers. As we bank back towards our cabin he points out Hunt Lake, a beautiful alpine lake tucked at the base of Gunsight Peak. It is yet another gorgeous and secluded spot, one of 176 such sites in the area, open to camping and fishing. My brain is struggling to take notes while being overloaded with such beautiful scenery.

image of rugged mountain as seen from a plane
A bird’s eye view of the dramatic scenery around Priest Lake. Photo Credit: Chelsea Yamase.

Conveniently there are extensive trail maps and guides available for free in many areas around the lake as well as online. Using forest service roads we take a scenic drive through a small mountain pass and over to the other side of Priest Lake. We wander through the Roosevelt Grove of Ancient Cedars, feeling dwarfed by their 2,000-year-old presence. The silence of the one-mile forest loop intertwines with the cascading stream below. It’s incredibly relaxing. Lost in thought I’m startled, not by people, but by a doe grazing not 10 feet from me on the trail. Our cameras are in our backpacks so we stand hypnotized as she blinks her big eyes and walks into the virgin forest. I feel like a kid again just discovering a new playground.

man standing in grove of giant cedar trees
Get lost in nature. Photo Credit: Travis Burke.

The next day we park at a random trailhead and hike up the river to see what we will find. A swimming hole surrounded by a series of small waterfalls greets us. The water is quite chilly but so crystalline that we can’t help but jump in. We lay on sunshine-warmed rocks laughing at our luck, then race back just in time to canoe at sunset, the sound of our paddles slicing the gold gleaming water.

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Movie night on the beach at Hill’s Resort on the shore of Priest Lake. Photo Credit: Travis Burke.

Evenings are spent stargazing by our fire pit (each cabin has their own) or, on a particularly lazy day, laying on a blanket while the “Little Rascals” plays on a screen at the resort’s beach. We join in on their festive weekly sushi night where fresh fish and other delicacies are flown in especially for their menu. On nights we’re feeling more lively we take drives around the lake and find small beaches or side roads to explore. The Milky Way juts up into the sky above the lake and we marvel again and again that we are the only ones around. Back in the cabin, I fall asleep on the living room floor next to the crackling fire, exhausted and content, dreaming of the next day’s adventure.

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You’ll have no trouble spotting the Milky Way. Photo Credit: Travis Burke.

For our last day, I feel it only fitting to hike Mount Roothaan to stand on the crest I saw from the air. The dirt road to the trailhead is rutted and steep, taking about an hour and a half and demanding every inch of high clearance we had to offer. After two miles walking up a moderate incline, the views start to open up. Scrambling another half mile across the talus field takes us even higher to 7,300 feet and I hold onto trees to hoist myself up the granite face. I am out of breath and elated. We sit on the edge of a thousand foot drop-off admiring the panorama. Interlocking slabs of rock create a cresting wave of a wall which snakes towards Chimney Rock, the iconic spire of the Selkirks. I’m still surprised I’m seeing this view in Idaho. The dizzying drops and vast landscape remind me of backcountry trips in Yosemite mixed with the endless forests in Oregon.

There’s such a diversity of landscapes here and so many trails that even exploring by plane, by foot and by boat we get the feeling we’ve only scratched the surface. We extend our stay twice simply because we feel strangely at home here: the people are fantastic, the trails plentiful, and the crowd factor a zero, just the way I like it. With something for everyone and every season, I have a feeling northern Idaho will be seeing us for a fourth visit quite soon.

Chelsea Yamase was born and raised in Hawaii. She travels globally as an athlete, model, brand ambassador, and writer.