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I took my son Ben (age 5) on our first backpack of the year. Since snow was late this spring I decided on Eastern Washington. We headed over Hwy 20 to the Methow. The Methow Valley Information Center recommended the Lake Creek Trail, which is fairly level with gentle elevation gain, and has a campsite within 2 miles of the trailhead. We headed up the Chewuck to the trail after a good lunch at the Two Rivers Cafe. Twinflower, tiger lillies, and wild roses were blooming all along the trail, with a few paintbrushes and columbines here and there. I don't think I'd ever seen so many tiger lillies. Some were 5 feet tall with 6 blooms. The campsite was great - spacious, plenty of sun, nice fire pit, clean logs to sit on, and near the creek. A huge boulder was perched across the trail. I found post holes once used for a hitch rail behind it. We pitched camp about 5:00, started a campfire, and cooked dinner. We were serenaded by many different birdcalls, including the flycatcher's ""Quick! Free beer."" On Saturday I started breakfast and attempted to filter water, only to find critters had chewed clean through the tubes on my water filter. Fortunately I was able to cut off the chewed parts. We hiked up to Black Lake. It was a bit of a stretch for Ben. The first mile from camp featured lots of brush growing on an old talus slope. For a child, it was quite a brush bash. I had to carry him through the thicker parts. There was more hawthorne here than I usually notice - but we enjoyed glorious stands of tiger lillies and beautiful budding nootka roses. One of our many rest stops on the way up was at flat, circular spot, bisected by the trail, and near a small stream. The brush was starting to take it over, but it looked like a former corral. It got me wondering about the history of the Pasayten, when sheep (Muir's hooved locusts) were driven up into the meadows during the hot summers. Fish were jumping at the lake, but a fisherman reported they had quit biting ever since he promised his wife they would keep and eat the next one he caught. I sat and read from William O. Douglas' ""Of Men and Mountains"" while Ben pretended he was a ninja turtle. Back at camp, a couple on their way out reported a bear in the area. Ben thought he saw one at the lake, perhaps it was the same bear. I was glad I had lugged in a bear-proof container. We woke late on Sunday, about 8AM. We heard pikas while breaking camp. An animal had chewed the straps of my trekking poles clean off- probably the squirrel busy scolding us. We made good time on the way out, despite Ben getting in a bad mood after tripping and falling. He didn't perk up until we neared Marblemount, where an Italian soda put him in a much better mood, and Dad got his Americano. The Lake Creek trail is in good shape but badly needs brushing out for the third mile. There are a few muddy spots, including a real bad one near Black Lake. The trail is popular with equestrians, so road apples are pretty common (a minor nuisance compared to motorcycle ruts). Only one small blowdown not far from the lake. The elevation gain is gentle.