2013 Trips
Dorothy Lake
7.5 miles of hiking • 2000' elevation gain •
A beautiful day to give thanks and what better place to do so than in one of the Creator's masterpieces, the Alpine Lakes Wilderness. A quartet of tryptophan-phobic aging amblers set off under azure blue skies for a ramble to Lake Dorothy. The morning was brisk, the air clear and fresh, the mood reflective and joyful. The trail was in decent shape, relatively snow-free at lower elevations but occasionally icy where shadows lingered. The colors of the forest, verdant greens, stone grey, russet oranges, contrasted with the purity of the white snow, ice encrusted. The lake herself basked in brilliant sunshine, the frozen throes of night cracking beneath solar rays unseen but felt warmly on bare flesh. Icicles of the purest crystal hung from boulders cloaked in togs of green moss while all around water cascaded with a ferocity to fell Pantagruel. At Dorothy's southern shoulder the trail hid beneath snow bearing the imprints of weightless spirits while a stream barred us from passage to the lakes of bear and deer. Sitting beside the impetuous stream we lunched in a warming light before embarking homeward. An icy coldness subdued the earth and we were forced to battle a frictionless frozen footpath with the tentative steps of a toddler until breaking free of early winter's snares. Thankfully, all survived intact and we bid farewell to the frozen delights of the wilderness and a day of remarkable peace and beauty.
November 28, 2013
Bare Mountain
8 miles of hiking • 3250' elevation gain •
Had planned to do Bare Mountain earlier this fall but was thwarted by downed power lines following a wind storm so when a friend asked where we should go this week I suggested Bare Mountain and he agreed. After a long ride to the trailhead, passing through a major logging operation, we set out on very rocky tread, crossing countless small streams as we headed into the Bear Creek Valley. The day started out slightly overcast but the temperature was comfortable for hiking. We were soon at Bear Creek and after crossing on two small logs we soon crossed it again, this time on a bridge. We needed to be mindful of our footing during these early stages due to ice and rocks. At about 3300 feet we came upon the first snow but it was easily hiked as it was very compact; unfortunately, this would soon give way to a lot more snow on trail with a southern exposure and the warming solar rays made for slow going as we were post-holing every other step (note to self: do not listen to self and decide to leave snowshoes in car). The way up the mountain would have been much more pleasant if we were on the snow's surface rather than exploring its deeper recesses but the views which began to be revealed to us were making up for it. Just below the summit the way became quite challenging as, except for a few rocks in a small patch of heather and some krummholz, the final ascent required kicking steps into an often frozen, almost vertical, snow-covered slope. We made it to the summit, however, and the 360 degree views on a mostly clear and sunny day were well worth the effort: Baker, Ranier, and Glacier were the three titans of a panorama that contained too many peaks to count, let alone name. After a quick snack, the obligatory summit snapshot, and a prayer asking for safety on the descent, we headed down. The view from above made the way down appear quite precarious as there was not much room for error with little room to self-arrest if we slipped. With ice-axe in hand, we slowly headed down. The steps we had kicked in the ice and snow during the ascent were not always providing the purchase needed for our feet so we added some hand holds for our free hands and kicked a bit harder into the ice-crusted snow. After an arduous ascent, the descent proved to be even more of a challenge but, in time, we regained the trail began the post-holed journey down Bare. The slowness of travel due to the snow necessitated our pulling out the headlamps at about 3300 feet for the final mile or so. This made the passage along the rock strewn trail, now icy in many places, an ankle twisting, knee wrenching challenge we would have preferred to have done without, especially when you added in a couple of stream crossings complicated due to ice and darkness. Thankfully, we survived sans incident and soon were headed to a post-hike repast but not before passing a few deer and an elk on the way.
November 26, 2013
Red (Painted Mountain) and the North Fork Sauk Trail
7.5 miles of hiking • 2500' elevation gain •
The plan was to do one more hike in the North Fork Sauk area off the Mountain Loop Highway before the road was closed due to snow. The route was simple: head up the Red Mountain Lookout Trail then descend and travel the North Fork Sauk Trail to Mackinaw Shelter or, time and energy permitting, White Pass. The trail to the old lookout was in pretty good shape overall and guided us through a splendid example of old growth forest. The way was wonderfully wrought with sylvan delights and we took our time looking and listening to all around us. It soon became apparent that, as we ascended, so did the temperature: we had encountered an inversion zone. As we relished in the warmth of a mid-autumn's sun, Sloan appeared to our right, dominating the horizon in blinding whiteness. The view from the old lookout added to the majesty of the day and, spirits invigorated with the warmth of the sun, we headed further up the trail towards Red Mountain. After a short while, we arrived at an interesting rock formation which invited some scrambling which all of us accepted. Here we encountered some old scat that appeared to be bobcat but there was no further evidence of the feline to be found. The way up steepens sharply and quickly became a challenge as snow now covered most of the way. Not having planned to go much beyond the lookout, we decided to save further explorations of big Red for another day and so, still basking in the warmth of the day, we began our descent. As we neared the junction to the North Fork Sauk Trail the temperature dropped quickly and we began ruing our decision to descend but, having done so, we set off down the trail. The way wanders through a beautiful old forest not far from the Sauk River, her raucous song dominating our hearing. As we traveled further, the snow began to appear in earnest and, combining with mud frozen solid in grotesque shapes, sought to twist ankles and knees with every step. Having dallied longer on Red than planned, our travels beside the Sauk were time-constrained and, having reached our preset turn-around time, we did just that, quickening our pace to ward off the cold of the day. Arriving back at the trailhead we decided this was an outing to be made again with the goal of standing atop Red and taking in the views he surely will reveal to us.
November 24, 2013
Stone Lake
6.5 miles of hiking • 1750' elevation gain •
Yet another beautiful day in the PNW saw two of her aging sons head out into the sun kissed brisk fall air planning to head up to Townsend Mountain. With a 4WD truck for conveyance we were certain we could make it to the fisherman's trail leading to Eagle Lake and head up without difficulty. Hah! declared the winter witch with wanton disregard for our desires. The road leading to the trailhead was teasingly bearing the imprint of recent travel but would soon peter out at a fork. Having already passed some spots where the cliffs along the road waited impatiently to rid itself of snow and rocks and fearing entrapment by Mother Nature's mischievous siblings, we decided not to risk leaving the truck and walking up the road; instead, we turned around and headed to Barclay Lake, the plan now to head up to Stone Lake, then cross over the meadows to Eagle Lake, with a final ascent to Townsend Mountain from the northwest. Hah! A gorgeous autumn day lifted our spirits as we traveled the moss draped trees of the forest beside the babbling Barclay Creek. Arriving quickly at the lake we stopped for a quick snack and enjoyed the views of imposing Baring bearing down upon us. As the sun warmed the frozen lake sounds akin to crashing panes of glass filled our ears and demanded our attention but it was only the lake fissuring beneath solar rays cast upon its surface like rocks thrown against the windows of long abandoned urban edifices. We were quickly off again and reaching the northeast edge of Barclay's shore headed north into the Wild Sky Wilderness. The trail is marked and can be found if one pays attention but the angle of ascent casts all attentions to one's legs and breathing. Emerging from the forest into a talus field the way is now marked primarily by cairns but being stone on stone these are well-camouflaged and easily missed. The snow covered rocks made for slow going as each step had to be weighed and measured to make certain it could support each of us. We traveled northeast and passing around some cliffs stretching down from Merchant's brawny shoulder we crossed an ice covered creek and soon emerged on the western shore of tiny Stone Lake which we traveled along before heading NNW to come out in Paradise Meadows, in summer a mosquito's muddy paradise now a virtual winter wonderland. With Townsend staring down on us bidding us welcome, we came to the realization we had reached our turn-around time for the day. The nearly two hours lost when we were forced to change our initial plans had caught up to us and, less than a quarter mile from Eagle Lake, we succumbed to Father Time's demands and began our descent, staying in the woods at the eastern edge of the talus filed as long as we could, then heading southwest through the rocks until we reached treeline whence we descended at a rapid pace to Barclay Lake as the light of day bid farewell. Back on well-defined trail, we returned to the trailhead mid-twilight and headed home, determined to return again to fulfill our plans of mounting Townsend's summit.
November 22, 2013
Mt. Baldy
6.5 miles of hiking • 3250' elevation gain •
What a glorious day: bright sunshine, clear skies, views as far as one cares to look, and not another person in sight. Once the trailhead is found (somewhat tricky, even with directions from recent hike reports) one immediately enters a sylvan sanctuary and quickly comes upon a junction: choose the low road and Silver Creek is heard before seen, the result of a rather wide lovely little waterfall that is crossed upon a well-crafted bridge. The raucous creek is rapidly replaced by an ever ascending trail with increasingly splendid views of Kachess Lake and the surrounding area. The way up is not overly taxing, it is just, well, steadily rising. Arriving at a junction with the Domerie Ridge Trail we were lulled into a state of sheer joy as the way became almost level but we were were sadly mistaken as the way began heading heavenward once again, at a stultifying grade. Snow now became the surface of choice but there was no need for snowshoes or traction devices although the footing could be precarious and the way wearying. Still, there was the beauty of God's creation all around us and our souls, if not our legs, were continually renewed in the clear, brisk autumn sun. After arriving at a junction providing choices to Thomas and Baldy, we chose Baldy and immediately dropped a couple of hundred feet onto snow covered slopes. Desirous of a less exposed route, we headed back into the trees and after a good 3/4 of an hour reached our objective. Baldy lived up to his name, his pate bare, like a monk's tonsure, crowned with rock and a pair of krumholtz. The temperature at the summit was a brisk 29 degrees F with clear skies, bright sunshine, and rather mild winds. After taking in the surroundings and enjoying a bite to eat, we began our descent. Following our own tracks, we saw we were not alone as once thought. A pair of steaming piles of scat were just feet from our trail as we reentered the forest and tracks of a few quadrupeds now appeared in the snow near our own. Alas, we did not see these alpine denizens and so, with ice axe at the ready, we made our way down the mountain with a joyful heart and without incident. If only I could say the same for the drive home but now is not the time. It was a spectacular day to a destination of awe-inspiring views. Could anything be better?
November 21, 2013
XC Skiing off the Mountain Loop Highway
8.5 miles of hiking • 750' elevation gain •
After seeing all the snow yesterday, it was decided to break out the skis (and not any body parts) and test the sticks for the first time since April. The plan was to start at Coal Creek Road from the locked gate at the Big Four Ice Caves trailhead and head up as far as we could. Unfortunately, a few 4WD vehicles must have had the same plan and we soon abandoned this road, so we headed back to the car attempted to make it to Barlow Pass but the snow proved too much for my box on wheels and we then headed to the Mt. Dickerman trailhead where we parked, strapped on the skis and headed west along the Mountain Loop Highway under a steady, relentless rain. The snow was actually in pretty good shape and, arriving at FS Road 4065 we headed up towards the Sunrise trailhead. The conditions overall were pretty good as we headed up the road. The creeks and streams along the side of the road revealed themselves to us in detail never before noticed and Sperry, Big Four, and Morningstar Peaks each made his presence known. Unfortunately the rain was proving too much a match for us today and the wet, combined with a dropping temperature and diminishing daylight, soon ushered us whence we came. Overall, a good day with only two falls (note to self: do not extend arms when falling; preferred method is to tuck and roll. Next time, when rolling, preference is to not roll into water-filled ditch on side of road). Hot coffee and a grilled chicken sandwich at the Green Gables off the Mountain Loop on the way home quickly warmed the body while the promise of more snow warmed the soul.
November 17, 2013
Barlow Point, Old Government Trail
5.5 miles of hiking • 2000' elevation gain •
Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men were not to be this day. After a planned trip to northcentral Washington was shelved due to heavy snow falling in the passes and the lack of a 4WD vehicle (or at least one with some actual ground clearance), we headed to the Mountain Loop Highway, the plan to go through Barlow Pass and head up FS 49 for a leisurely trek up the North Fork Sauk Trail after a brief stop at the old lookout site on Red Mountain. Unfortunately, my Scion XB revolted just before the pass, shedding pieces it considered a hinderance (there goes the resale value) so stopping in the Barlow Pass parking area to visit the (very clean) privy, we three decided to head up to Barlow Point. Two of us, long residents of the area, knew a trail existed (the third, a midwestern transplant arrived this past summer had never yet been to the Mountain Loop Highway area) but had dismissed it out of hand as beneath us, hiking snobs that we are. Nevertheless, with options running low and snow falling steadily, we few headed up the Barlow Point Trail. The way was quite delightful to the senses, the snow settling silently upon the outstretched arms of trees hungry for the cold treat, the trail eagerly revealing itself though covered by a carpet of fresh powder, the air crisp but pleasant, the visuals presented to our eyes seemed to be cast in a eerie white light while snow plops plopped like popping corn all around us (and occasionaly upon us). Arriving atop the point it was as though we had entered the winter holiday display at Macys on Fifth Avenue. The views were postcard perfect though the sky was a bit overcast, the sun attempting to break through above Sheep Mountain. A wispy fog spread out like a greying lace tablecloth over the South Stillaquamish Valley while Dickerman in a dusting of white patiently posed for point and shoot picture takers pretending to be phtographers. The stillness of the sensational scene before us silenced we three like a statuesque silver-haired librarian with the raising of one eyebrow. The spell was broken anon by a profound plop of snow upon the pate of your unsuspecting reporter and the time had come to descend from our perch. Down we traveled with relative ease, coming soon upon a marked junction indicating the Old Government Trail heading east. Why not? we thought aloud and we sallied forth through the falling snow along a surprisingly well-revealed trail through a forest carpeted in white and green, a myriad of streams running raucously down from above while numerous blowdowns required we three to scurry over, around, or under the obstacles across the trail. Railroad/tram ties made their presence known, slick with wetness, green with moss, twisted into all manner of grotesque shapes, baring naked spikes to catch the unwary traveller. Huge rock formations, moss laden and dusted in white, crowned with trees, shadowed us. Overall the way was welcoming and enjoyable, devoid of the usual forest denizens, sans sounds of any kind save the random plop of snow.
November 16, 2013
Greenwater and Echo Lakes
13 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
Headed out this Veteran's Day from Everett at 6AM for the long drive south to the trailhead after receiving an invite to hike the Greenwater and Echo Lakes Trail in the Norse Peak Wilderness. The day at first struggled to move beyond the morning mists but succeeded as we arrived at the trailhead. We three wasted no time in heading out on the trail. The softness of the tread combined with the mossy greens reminded me of a 70s shag carpet, yielding to each footfall as we travelled beside the Greenwater River, noisy and tumultuous in vociferous chaos then calm and serene in whispering flow of clear, cold liquid, a silvery serpentine gliding along between boulders and under once mighty cedars and firs. Anon, our arrival at the Greenwater Lakes was greeted by an American Dipper ardently bathing in the clear waters of a once glassine pool now marred by the ripples of this bobbing and dipping Ali wannabe. He (or perhaps she) was soon joined by a pair of relations chasing each other like a two WWII aces engaged in a tenacious dogfight between equals, rising and falling just above the water's surface until one prevailed and his opponent dropped into the drink, only to arise with a headshake and a song. After this entertaining display of aerial maneuvers, followed by a raucous songfest, we continued our journey through the silent sylvan world before us until arriving upon the shores of Echo Lake, it's surface rippling in the breeze as towering firs shook their heads. The sun painted Echo's surface in a garishly glaring color lost to the eye in brightness, a contradictory statement perhaps made in protest for her warmth being lost in the coolness of the day. After refreshing ourselves upon the shore with Arch Rock adorning the blue sky across the lake, we took our leave and began our exit from this forested hideaway, gladdened for the opportunity to partake in the natural worl on such a day as today.
November 11, 2013
Tunnel Creek (Olympic National Forest)
8.5 miles of hiking • 2750' elevation gain •
Ah, the glorious wonder that is the Olympic National Forest. On a day the weather prognosticators deemed but little chance for precipitation free skies, the clouds kindly withheld dispensing their offerings until a trio of tired city dwellers had enjoyed a stress-relieving day traipsing through a moss carpeted sylvan sanctuary that willingly yielded to soft virginal snow that softened our footfalls and recorded the tracks of snowshoe hare and deer unseen, but not before the enduring symphony of a tumbling Tunnel Creek filled our ears and offered a visual display of greens and browns, silver, orange, and black to treat our vision to nature's own music video as we crossed upon the back of a one-armed giant cut down to size. Ascending, we were soon met by tiny Karnes Lake and then the larger Harrison Lake, both eerily still in icy splendor. Faceless snow urged us ever onward and following a brief climb over hidden brush and rocks, we arrived at a small clearing beckoning we three to sit and partake of the unfolding vista. The calming serenity of the snow covered knob we rested upon presented Constance wearing a shawl of white lace, her presence dominating our ken. Far in the distance, a glimpse of the hood canal, a silver serpentine slithering beneath blues mixed with gray and purple upon the palette of a titan (perhaps Titian himself) unseen. The sun pushed with all her might against the graying veil of clouds to no avail as we feasted upon sensory delights and renewed our spirits. Soon, with regret for what must be abandoned, we returned whence we came but not without a lightness of step and a strengthened spirit that carried us home renewed and refreshed.
November 9, 2013
Snow and Gem Lakes
10 miles of hiking • 3000' elevation gain •
Today's original destination was Bare Mountain but downed power lines resulted in closing the access road so a quick decision was made to head to Snow and Gem Lakes. In hindsight, I think God was telling me to change destinations so I could see the winter wonderland awaiting those of us living in western Washington. It was an absolutely incredible day for hiking, even though the fog hung low and clouds hovered above. With temperatures in the mid-30s, a steady but light snow falling, and the air dry, the journey was relatively uneventful. The trail was easy to follow, snow not so deep one needed to worry about post-holing, the sun, having hidden her face, was not blinding. The serenity and quietude of the area lent an otherworldly feel to the day as we traveled easily through the snow covered wilderness. Occasionally, blue sky would make an appearance, however fleeting, and offer a new view to eager eyes. Arriving at Gem Lake, the wind picked up and the temperature dropped noticeably but the views of Wright Mountain standing tall over this alpine jewel beneath a momentary azure sky compensated us well. Soon we began our return, this time beneath a sky beginning to clear and offering up views previously hidden 'neath a veil of vapors. And so we returned, the snow dropping heavier flakes but our spirits floating along as we were forever marveling at the wintry wonders surrounding us.
November 3, 2013
Independence and North Lakes
5.5 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
When the rains did not materialize today I decided to head out for a quick hike up to Independence and North Lakes off the Mountain Loop Highway. Fog was lingering at about the 4000 foot mark but there was no rain, and the sun even made a few brief appearances. Heading along the trail one is struck how aged and peaceful it is here. The trees were clearly elder statesmen, sporting grandpa's beards, graying barks, and bare patches here and there among their branches. One enterprising chipmunk had a mouthful of grandpa's beard as he scooted along a fallen tree, not even stopping for a posed photo. The trip to Independence Lake is an up and down one, but it is short and relatively painless. Arriving at the lake one gets the impression this is a wonderful spot for a summer's swim, perched as it is beneath Independence Mountain and surrounded by the forest. Heading north along the west shore of the lake one's eyes begin looking up: after all, that is where you need to go if you want to get to North Lake. The trail is found at the northeastern end of the lake and immediately begins climbing. The going can be tough, crossing as you do scree fields and roots, wet from the morning mist and thus slippery. Some good soul has taken to tacking up a few directional signs to keep us on the right path. At about 4900 feet elevation a climber's trail to Independence Peak heads off to the right. The way can be steep and tricky but the views of the surrounding peaks with North Lake in the basin below are well worth it. There was a bit of snow but nothing to worry about; however, snow flurries did begin to fall while I lingered. If you stay on the main trail to North Lake you will hike a 100 feet or so below a ridge line. Head up here if you want to tackle Bluegrass Butte northwest of North Lake; otherwise, you will soon begin dropping down to the North Lake, passing pretty trail side tarns along the way. The way to the lake is 700 feet down, and there is not a lot of room to wander down there. I chose to take a brief respite at 4700 feet on a nice boulder offering tremendous views and then, with temperatures dropping quickly, I called it a day and headed back to the trailhead, but not before enjoying the beauty and solitude of this area.
November 1, 2013
North Fork Sauk River Trail
12 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
Dibs, my 13 1/2 yo Dachshund/Chihuahua mix, decided he wanted to go for a stroll in the woods today and suggested we head out to the North Fork Sauk River Trail, which happens to be one of his favorite sylvan sauntering sites. After a late start, we arrived at the trailhead just before noon, finding but one other car there. We immediately set out beneath cloudless blue skies with a bright sun that was, surprisingly, not very warming as temps were brisk, suggesting an autumn day in the Northeast as opposed to hear in the PNW. After attempting to register (materials were removed, a sign inside the box informing me this was due to the winter season) we began hiking along a fairly good trail beneath giant, moss-draped cedars. The greens we encountered reminded me of a verdant spring day but the fallen leaves covering the trail brought me quickly back to the fall. Dibs was clearly enjoying himself and after a couple miles we arrived at the junction with the Pilot Ridge Trail. Dibs got up on the log spanning the river but, after slipping and nearly falling, decided this was not for him and retreated to more solid ground. We then continued forth, glimpsing Sloan wearing his mantle of snow over our right shoulders as we broke into a clearing from time to time. Squirrels and chipmunks sounded the alarm as we passed but Dibs minded his manners and did not give chase. The roaring presence of the Sauk accompanied us as we moved through the dappled forest finally coming to Red Creek. Without hesitation, Dibs jumped up onto the footbridge and crossed easily then began a slow meander along the trail. What scent had he acquired? Alas, the scent must have faded as Dibs once again picked up the pace and soon we were at the Mackinaw Shelter. No one was around and after carefully analyzing every inch of the shelter, Dibs determined it was critter-free and headed back up the trail. After about a mile further, we broke out into a clearing warming in the sun and here Dibs halted, evidently announcing this to be a good spot for lunch. As we sat eating, Dibs his chicken jerky and biscuits, me my cliff bar, silent solitude snatched us up in a warm embrace. As it was now mid-afternoon with but three hours of sunlight remaining, Dibs made it known his intention was to return whence we originated our stroll and took off down the trail at a tail-wagging trot. The way back was as arresting as the way in and we enjoyed the trip as if it were just beginning. Like all that which is enjoyable, we soon came to the end (or was it the beginning?) and, thankful for another beautiful day in nature, we loaded up the car and returned home.
October 28, 2013
Mount Lillian Loop
8.5 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
Another beautiful day for a hike and the thinking was to head over to Mount Lillian and the site of the 2012 Tabletop Fire to see the last hurrah of this year's larches. With sunny skies and a brisk temperatures, we started out from the Ken Wilcox Horse Camp, across from Haney Meadow. Following FR 9712 for a short walk we turned onto the Naneum Meadows Trail and in a brief time the first larches came into view. After a short climb we picked up the Mt. Lillian Trail and headed through a forest once green now burned, wounded watchmen of the woods, blackened and broken, seared and scarred, twisted into monstrous shapes by the merciless flames of a conflagration that will be forgotten in time, standing as best they can as we passed solemnly by. Here and there a patch of forest was spared for no known reason. There was an other worldly coolness in the air as we passed through, as though the denizens of the forest had colluded to lower the temperature in an effort to forget the searing heat of the fire that attempted to destroy their home. After a while we came to a meadow with a viewpoint that looked out on layers of mountains, larches golden in the sun, and even Rainier and Stewart wearing their mantles of white. Onward along a ridge we stood upon Lilian's heights and gazed out on a world alive and colorful, as the forest behind us stood silent in black and ash. Spires of sandstone arrested our views and sparked our imaginations. After a brief detour to climb a nearby knoll, having first paid our respects to the deceased of the woods, we headed back to Lillian and descended down to the base of the sandstone sculptures which we eagerly investigated with eyes, hands, and feet. Like children on a playground, we explored the formations, climbing up and down those we felt brave enough to test our mettle against. We then proceeded down the Mt. Lillian Trail until we came to FR 9712 which we followed for but a few minutes whence we arrived at the Howard Creek Trail which bid us welcome and, following the trail's namesake, we strolled along the often rutted trail through green and gray and black until wecame soon to the Old Ellensburg Trail which led us back to Haney Meadows first alongside a hill in bright sunshine then through a chilled, thinned forest, death displayed alongside life, and a last short road walk to our cars. While hunters were in evidence throughout the area, we met but one during our journey, he admitting that success had thus far eluded him though we, like he, had seen the signs of elk and deer everywhere. Alas, we too were without success for our cameras captured no images of the beasts. Still, it was a memorable trip which left us wondering what it will look like next year.
October 26, 2013
Headlee Pass and Vesper Lake
8 miles of hiking • 3000' elevation gain •
Another incredible day in the Pacific Northwest. Hard to believe it is the last week in October and the weather in the mountains continues to be spectacular. Bright sunshine, temps in the 50s, and clear blue skies greeted me when I arrived at the trailhead this morning. Not a soul in sight as I started out. A chipmunk greeted me almost as soon as I hit the trail. Although the trail is well marked, it is rooty and rocky. This trail could easily be called the rock and roll trail: slip on a rock and roll an ankle or unleash a minor rockslide with one misstep. Either way, it makes for some slow going. Ironically, the slowed pace gave me time to watch some birds up close and personal, not to mention a small owl hiding in a tree. He was not the least bit fazed by my presence and allowed me to get within five feet of him so I could take his photo (I got the impression he was posing for me, making sure I captured his best side). On the final push to Headlee Pass could not resist doing a little rock climbing. I felt like a little kid again ("look, ma, no hands"). From the pass I headed up to the lake which was actually covered with a thin layer of ice. While filling a water bottle in preparation of scrambling up Vesper a fairly significant amount of rocks began tumbling down. This lasted a while, so Vesper was postponed. Decided to take a quick nap in the sunshine atop a rock in Vesper Creek but I was too comfortable because when I awoke the sun had shifted position rather significantly so, after a bit of rock climbing, I headed back whence I came. Nary a soul did I encounter but the birds were still around. Does not get much better than this.
October 24, 2013
Island Lake via Pratt Lake Basin
12 miles of hiking • 2750' elevation gain •
Hit the trifecta today with a third consecutive day of outstanding weather (am getting concerned about the payback, however). Planned to hike the Pratt Lake Trail to the lake itself but, after seeing the sun shining from the southwest decided to head to Island Lake instead. After escaping the coolness of the forest and attaining a saddle we were presented with impressive views of the iconic Rainier, strikingly cloaked in white against a sky of blue and hillside of green. After a bit of a climb, we descended to a couple of invitingly charming tarns and then to the lake itself: breathtaking in the stillness of an early autumn day (broken only by the shouting of two unseen women, a barking dog, and the roar of commuter jets overhead. Ah, Wilderness! has been rewritten as Bah, Progress!). Still, a quick nap in the sun's warming rays replenished my Vitamin D and provided the necessary tonic to rejuvenate this body for the return home.
October 20, 2013
PCT to Kendall Katwalk
13 miles of hiking • 2750' elevation gain •
The I90 corridor is my least favorite hiking area: it is crowded; casual hikers and dog walkers without manners treat the living forest like a commodity to be used and disposed of; the constant humming of tires from the expressway and jets roaring overhead, an ever-present reminder of man's self-destruction ingenuously referred to as progress; and, cell phone coverage, that bane of silence, peace, and tranquility. Fortunately, the weather again proved outstanding: clear blue skies (save for the jets spewing tails of polluting vapor), pleasant temps (down-right chilly in the forest), and brilliant sunshine. A pleasant forest walk with modest grades along a good trail easily encourages the hiker onward, glimpses of the mountains stretching beyond the trees offered at intervals. After meeting up with the Commonwealth Basin Trail, the PCT begins to steepen and guides you along a series of switchbacks. After a mile or so the forest becomes less and the ridge is attained, trees replaced by clearings, meadows, and rocks and boulders. The stones appear as a titan's rock garden, reminders that not all that is beautiful is soft and colorful. The sky lays like a mantle of fading blue upon the shoulders of countless mountains as you proceed along the western edge of Kendal Peak. Gaining elevation approaching the Katwalk, snow begins to appear, covering the trail in places. Though easily traveled over if one is mindful, traction devices and poles are welcomed accoutrements to the hiker this day. Anticlimactically, at least on this day, arrive at the Katwalk, free of obstructions (save fellow hikers) and the surrounding views were there for all who sought them to enjoy. After a nap beneath a brightly glowing October orb it was, alas, time to return to the reality of existence, though never forgetting the kiss of the sun and the caress of the breeze far above the chaos that is my reality.
October 19, 2013
Perry Creek Trail to Mt. Forgotten Meadows
11 miles of hiking • 3500' elevation gain •
This was a near perfect day for hiking: blue skies, moderate temperatures, brilliant sunshine, and very few people (ran into one heading back after scrambling Mt. Forgotten, 2 others as I headed back to the car). The trail is in very good shape and, except for a quarter mile slog on a road to the old trail head, it is enjoyable. Starting in forest, moss-draped trees welcome you as you shake the dust of civilized chaos and are quickly immersed in the ancient earthiness, disturbed only by the occasional glimpse of a slithering black tar snake that is the Mountain Loop Highway. Soon, however, one escapes the tentacles of uncivilized progress and embarks on the original trail. A moderate but seemingly endless climb begins and the forest bids farewell, ushering you into the sunlight. Cascades are glimpsed across the valley as the colors of autumn reveal themselves. Passing through moss covered stones a pica sounds an alarm, or perhaps it is a greeting? Dickerman's shadow reaches down to shade your path but as you wind along the trail, the crashing waters near and far the only sounds except for the occasional leaf falling from a branch. The air suddenly takes on a determined chill and you arrive at the Perry Creek Falls, so inviting on a heated summer's day but today just a reminder that though the sun is abundant summer has passed the torch. The creek tumbles down noisily as you head up a stairway of haphazard stone to a crossing which is easily managed. Heading back into the forest your way proceeds ever up but soon you realize you are gaining your objective as blue skies replace the the canopy of trees. Coming out into the meadows a frayed carpet of snow greets you, a reminder of what is to come. The views begin opening up, peaks so close you swear you can reach them in but an hour's walk. Climbing to the top of a rocky prominence across from Mount Forgotten a 360 degree panorama unfurls, broken only by a few krumholz whose home you now share. A pair of robber jays soon arrive bearing not greetings but an appetite which, sated not, they soon depart, though not after posing for a few photos. Intoxicated by the heady views and the abundance of Vitamin D, ice axe in hand, the descent from the rocky outpost on dry, icy snow is yet another reminder that summer has fled, or has she simply changed attire?
October 18, 2013
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Lake Serene
8.5 miles of hiking • 2000' elevation gain •
Led a quartet to one of my favorite places, Lake Serene. Arrived at the trail head at 8AM to find only one other car and a sky beginning to clear. With cool temperatures and an expectation of sun we headed out on the old road. Fortunately, the day was pleasant and the road quickly passed from under our feet. Reaching the junction for Bridal Veil Falls we headed up, the falls roaring to life as we climbed up a well-maintained trail. Arriving at the lower view point, the falls were prepared to wow any crowd with crashing volumes of water not often seen at this time of year. The spray was present but held in check by a breathless wind. After climbing to the higher viewpoint, wherein the falls elicited the requisite oohs and ahhs, we headed back down and, after reminding half the group it was too early to head for home, we all struck out for Serene, basking in the shadow of Index's chaos. The way up to the lake was at times taxing but otherwise uneventful, although the clouds yielded somewhat to allow some views of the valley spread out below. This eased the heat in the otherwise burning thighs of some and onward we trekked, at last coming to the shore of the pacific waters which were our goal. Basking on the sun-warmed Lunch Rock we watched the waters twinkling in the sunlight, guarded by the mighty Index, gray and cranky in his stoicism. Alas, our serenity was soon replaced by the chaotic masses of humankind, each of whom sought to stake out his or her own piece of the rock (my apologies to Prudential for co-opting their slogan) and we bid adieu to Serene and her faithful guardian and returned whence we came, sans a revisit to the falls. Back at the trail head, what had once been but two cars had, like rabbits (not the VW variety) multiplied exponentially to fill every available piece of real estate with an army of climate destroyers. And we got in our cars and drove away.
October 13, 2013
Eight Mile Creek, Squire Lake Pass
5.5 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
This was an unplanned trip. After oversleeping for a previously scheduled scramble, I found myself without a planned outing for today. Scrolling through the trips off Mountain Loop Highway, for no other reason then it was fairly close, I stumbled upon Eight Mile Creek Trail. With a decent elevation gain for the short distance, the promise of autumnal colors on display, and the anticipation of awe-inspiring views of Three Fingers, among others, not to mention it is a trail I had never been on before, I set out mid-morning. After a rock and pot holed drive up Froggy Lake Road, I arrived, bones jarred and teeth on edge, at the trail head. It was not an inspiring site. No other cars were present, the hoped-for sun expected by late-morning had not arrived, and the trail started out looking like the remnants of a day at the quarry for Fred and Barney. Still, the forest was quiet, subdued by living green spread profusely over rock, tree, and trail. The trail is easy to follow, though not always apparent. At about a mile come to a big rock slab, a monolith begging to be climbed and conquered. Passing on the opportunity to do so, continue up the trail, loose rocks prepared to twist an ankle and wet roots knotted in the earth to ready to grasp your foot in nature's toe hold for an easy take-down. All the while the monolith reveals her upper reaches and, like the siren, calls for you to climb, prepared or not, a slide to the bottom with a crashing end awaiting the unlucky who answer her seductive call unprepared. Onward and ever upward, passing through an avalanche field littered with moss covered remnants of mountains once mightier, passing over slabs of rock slick with water from sources unseen, one comes at last to a meadow and the impressive Three Fingers, adorned in fresh snow as if a titan unseen sifted powder sugar on a misshapened meringue too long in the oven. All around one sees the spectacle nature reserves for those who cast an open eye upon that which awaits unseen from below. And with mouth agape, I can only say, "Wow."
October 12, 2013
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Cow Heaven
9 miles of hiking • 4000' elevation gain •
Had not been out since Saturday last so thought I would take advantage of a nice day and get a workout in with the canine. Dibs and I decided Cow Heaven seemed a good spot to visit. After all, when was the last time you saw cow angels? We got a late start, getting to the trail head at 11:30. No cows around, but the trail was signed so we knew we were at the right place. So we headed out, and then up, and up, and up, ad infinitum. We never thought we would stop climbing and the grade.... Each time we thought the grade had eased it turned out to be nothing but a lure to keep one going ever higher and steeper. Fortunately, the surroundings (when heads were not bowed) were worth partaking in. Lush green kimonos worn by trees of unknown age, ferns filled one's vision (what were they hiding), and the creeks. Ah, the creeks, noisily cascading down from somewhere above (the source never seen by our four eyes). The tread is in good shape overall, though rocks and roots occasionally sprung up to remind the trekker to bow down before Mother Nature. A slow, steady, bovine pace at last brought to we two souls our goal: the meadows that are Cow Heaven. No cows, past or present, bovine or angelic, were seen but the views of surrounding peaks and the colors of autumn were enough to satisfy the most fatigued foot traveler. To believe that cows once grazed here is difficult. The slow, plodding, not very bright beasts are probably laughing from their celestial pastures above at those who make this trek but one thing is certain: those who do are a little closer to heaven. If you want a challenge and solitude, you cannot ask for a better outing.
October 9, 2013
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Nason Ridge Trail
8 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
This was supposed to be a trip to Cascade Arm/Sahale Pass that, due to the government shut-down by a group of puerile egotists, resulted in the access road to the trail head, not to mention the NCNP itself, being closed. Alternate trip #1 was the Meander Meadows loop but, yet again, the access road was closed. Alternative #2, fortunately, did not have a gate and access to the Round Mountain Trail was attained. The initial goal was to take a group of 6, including moi, to Alpine Lookout to enjoy this breathtakingly beautiful day; however, Mother Nature had a surprise for us after only climbing a few hundred feet from the 4000' trail head: snow, and lots of it. The white stuff was fairly dry, but there was a lot of it and, without aide of snowshoes or traction devices, the going was somewhat slow. Still, our intrepid group of bipeds made the most of it and, with a steady pace, we traveled through the cemetery of trees, until breaking out upon the ridge and oh, the things we saw: endless vistas of mountains anointed by snow beneath a variegated sky of blue. The snow crowned mountains near and far and blanketed the ridge with 15" of virgin snow. Alas, we never made it to the lookout, stopping a mile short to lay upon the snowy ground beneath the sun for an enjoyable break before returning whence we came. Shortly after getting back on the Round Mountain Trail a deer was seen in the trees enjoying a mid-afternoon snack. This reminded us of our own post-hike appetites and we finished our trek and headed off for a well-earned repast.
October 5, 2013
Cutthroat Lakes via Walt Bailey Trail
8 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
This was a beautiful day for a hike: mostly sunny skies, temps in the low 60s, and a weekday to boot. I headed off to the Cutthroat Lakes via the Walt Bailey Trail. The trail is in fairly good shape overall, though it is rocky and rooty in places, making for an ankle-twisting obstacle course (think a roomful of rugrats on Christmas morning). The trek proved most rewarding almost from the start: a pair of Downy Woodpeckers (think Woody Woodpecker without the sarcasm) alighted in neighboring trees and displayed their profiles in full color. Later, in the avalanche chute just before pushing upwards to the lakes, a Pica made his presence known, scolding me for disturbing his afternoon nap (he would repeat this on the return trip). Following the cairns through the rock fields and then, back on a sometimes muddy and slick trail, the first of the Cutthroats came into view and the beauty of the area was hinted at. Exploring the lakes, one cannot but thank God for His beautiful gift. The area was resplendent in fall colors, the lakes a mirror to the sky and the surrounding peaks, and the views were endless. This is as close to paradise as I have encountered and the fact that I had the area all to myself just added to the splendor and mystery. After a couple of hours I descended and returned to the ravages of civilization, but not before encountering some ptarmigan and grouse along the way (oh, and yes, one very annoyed nap-deprived Pica). What a wonderful day.
October 4, 2013
Mount Dickerman
7.5 miles of hiking • 3000' elevation gain •
Dibs and I decided to brave the rain and make a run at Mount Dickerman. The trail head usually looks like the parking lot at Nordstram's the day before Christmas while the trail itself is choked with people. Not today: it was lonelier than a convict in solitary on Devil's Island. Our journey began in the rain and it never really let up. Temps were moderate, in the mid 40s at the start (but kept dropping with the elevation, finally dipping down into the low 30s at 5100+ feet). The trail was as much earth as it was creek, water increasing around 5000 ft. Snow was encountered for the first time at around 4600 feet, nothing more than a patch here and there. At 5100 feet, the snow was covering everything and was up to my ankles. It was snowing heavily, too, and, with the temps dropping, the snow increasing in intensity, and the clouds rolling in and essentially wrapping us in a death shroud, Dibs and I decided to turn back at an elevation of 5147 feet, less than half a mile from the summit. Would have considered going on if I had snowshoes and an ice axe but, alas, I was not planning on snow (forecast had been for rain only) so we turned around, just in time for the wind to pick up and sting us with a mix of snow and frozen rain. All in all, not a bad day, just not as prepared as I should have been. I think it is clear to say that summer is over, fall slipped out the back door, and winter is here.
October 2, 2013
Rock Creek/ Basalt Peak/ Basalt Ridge
11.5 miles of hiking • 3250' elevation gain •
What a miserable day: rain, fog, cold. A perfect day for a forest foray and we three intrepid souls accepted the task clad in rain gear and fleece. Arriving at the Rock Creek trail head near Lake Wenatchee we began our sylvan saunter amidst clouds and fog, the steady, at times hard, rain beating a tattoo upon our heads. The guidebook had promised a forest full of critters would seen but these eyes saw naught but the rain drops staining my spectacles. Still, there was a peace and serenity amidst the tress and soft, at times soggy, ground upon which we trod. After approximately 2.5 miles of relatively easy hiking we came to a junction with the Rock Tie trail and, ala Robert Frost, we took this road. Expecting a brutal climb we were pleasantly surprised by grades more elementary than acute. At 5100 feet we came upon patches of the white stuff, reminders that summer has indeed forsaken us for autumn's sullen mood. After about 1.6 miles we arrived at the junction with the Basalt Ridge Trail and, after a brief nosh, we ruefully began the climb to Basalt Peak sans views of any sort. Onward we trudged through falling temps, increasing winds, and rockier terrain. All was white as clouds corralled us to an ever-decreasing ken. Silence reigned save a funereal dirge the wind played upon the whistle attached to my pack. At 5600 feet snow mixed with rain fought for dominion over the mountain, rain barely ahead on points. The landscape changed to one of death and dying: remnants of trees burned by fire stood silently groaning in the wind's chilling embrace; the ground a quagmire, a soulless Caliban of the elements straining to suck us in as we stepped across his master's domain; rocks set by a drunken stonemason to turn the strongest ankle. The trail was lost in the blinding whiteness and, at 6260 feet, we retreated whence we came, returning to the last junction where we began an at times steep descent along the Basalt Ridge trail to the Chikamin road and from there, thanks to a good Samaritan couple and an aging canine with cataracts we secured a ride back to our and from there we made our way to the 59er Diner for a post-hike repast before returning home. Would any day ever compare?
September 28, 2013
Alpine Lookout
10 miles of hiking • 2500' elevation gain •
Needed to get out today. Weather was not looking all that promising but finally just loaded up the Scion with my pack and Dibs and headed east along Highway 2. Destination: Alpine Lookout. Picked up Krusteez, a PCT thru-hiker in Skykomish. Dibs immediately let the young man know he expected to be petted in exchange for giving up his seat and he was obliged. After depositing Krusteez at the PCT trail head, we finished our drive to the Round Mountain trail head. The day was sunny but cool, a moderate breeze blowing. Starting out on the trail, the way is rather steep through some forest that probably saw better days before the axeman cameth. Fortunately, this portion of the trek was short-lived and provided some nice views of the surrounding mountains. Before long you come upon silent sentinels clad in white, remnants of a once proud corps that succumbed to fire. The area is recovering nicely and a multitude of feathered friends have taken up residence in the deceased's remains. After about 1.6 miles a junction points the way to Nason Ridge and we followed willingly. The way is rutted and hence difficult to travel thanks to the two-wheeled motor contrivances allowed to destroy the earth in these parts. Fortunately, the beauty of the surroundings, as well as the views, are able to distract one long enough from spewing a torrent of invective against the politicos responsible for cow-towing to those who have destroyed the land with their toys. Moving along, the surroundings are impressive: meadows, rocks, towering evergreens and stunted krummholz. And did I mention the views? Spectacular. After about 4.7 miles you come to a junction: straight continues along Nason Ridge (sans motorcycles), right takes you up to the Lookout. Dibs chose right, correctly I may add, and we ascended to the top of the knob at 6237 feet. Some good samaritan left a Snickers on the railing of the lookout (thank you) which I enjoyed while answering my email and text messages (yes, I had 4G coverage the entire time I was hiking). After sending a series of photos to a select few Dibs and I headed down, then up, then down, then up, then down again. The weather was changing quickly: winds were picking up, temps falling, and clouds moving in all around us. We managed a few more photos before finally arriving back at the trail head just before sunset. This was an enjoyable hike overall, though I would like to see a ban on all but feet from the trail.
September 24, 2013
Yellow Aster Butte
7.5 miles of hiking • 2500' elevation gain •
This was supposed to be a trip to see some fall foliage and enjoy the endless views from Yellow Aster Butte. Mother Nature had other ideas, exclaiming, "Ha!" as we headed out from Everett under gray skies heavy with precipitation. Arriving at the trail head we encountered two other cars. The clouds hung low but our spirits did not succumb to their weight. Beginning with a challenging elevation gain we rarely saw much more than what was very close to us and this was shrouded in white and gray ranging from the wispy to the cotton ball. Much of the hike had a halloween/gothic feel to it and behind each rock we expected to see trolls or demonic dogs or headless horsemen (horseperson?) jump out and block our path but, alas, our only encounter was with two well-camouflaged bear hunters with shouldered rifles and defeated grins. There were also the 20-somethings who sprinted past us with vigor and creakless knees. We, at least, could stop and smell the roses (when we were not fighting back the sniffles) and look at the earth beneath our feet (after breaking out the cheaters) knowing we, too, would arrive at the destination for today. And, after a time, and a final push up, we made it to the top and saw: nothing. White was everywhere and hid everything but the four of us and the ground upon which we sat/stood. And this was not our final reward for down came the hail, not a friendly greeting but rather an icy fare-thee-well as we began our descent. God was with us and the hail stopped briefly as we neared the tarns which pitted the earth like small-pox scars on some unseemly titan and, there before us, a rainbow. Though they hang from the sky like a frown our lips curled up into smiles as we beheld this optical feast. Not even the return of hail, which at last gave way to rain, could wash from our memories the wonder we beheld. And when we at last arrived at our car, we had forgotten the worst and remembered a colorful arc painted in water colors in the sky.
September 21, 2013
Blanca Lake
6 miles of hiking • 2750' elevation gain •
This was an after-hours hike. It was planned around the sunset and a full moon. The moon was visible but did not provide as much light as hoped for and headlamps were used. Due to the time of day and a drop in temps the group chose not to head down to the lake but enjoyed the views above the lake before heading back down.
September 19, 2013
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Skyline Divide
9 miles of hiking • 2500' elevation gain •
The day may not have started out promising, what with gray clouds filling the skies as we traveled forth from Everett, but it turned out to be an absolutely perfect day for a hike. With a reputation as one of the most popular hikes around, we were fortunate to encounter few people along the way as we ventured forth. Breaking out on the ridge, after a memorable workout through the forest, the skies were clear, the views stupendous, Mt. Baker appearing close enough to reach in a few short miles. We were treated to an air show by a pair of hawks and, after the requisite picture taking, we continued on our way along an excellent trail with Baker always before us, Mt. Shuksan to our left, and endless mountains all around. After about 3 miles we avoided the ridge and kept descending into the valley filled with heather, krummholz, plump ripe berries, and the occasional bear scat. After taking lunch near a glacial stream and filling our bellies (and lunch containers) with succulent berries we headed back to the trail head. Temperatures were in the mid-70s, with a gentle cooling breeze. This was a near-perfect day for an absolutely wonderful hike.
September 14, 2013
Bald Eagle Mountain
11 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
This was a hike I wanted to do for a while so I decided to make use of a day off and headed out from the trail head around 11:30AM. There were three cars at the trail head but I saw nary a soul all day. The trail is in pretty good shape overall, although a few areas are overgrown. Berries were abundant but beyond ripe - they were shriveled or split open. Views of Sloan Peak were incredible. Small toads littered the trail and wasps were all over the ripe berries. A woodpecker and some grouse rounded out the critters for the day. Looked for a scramble route to the summit but did not find an easy route so decided to wait for another day when I was not alone. Still, this is a nice little hike with mostly easy to moderate grades. Will likely come back and combine a scramble to the summit of Bald Eagle Mountain with a scramble to Long John Mountain's summit making for a nice day hike.
September 12, 2013
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Scott Paul Trail
8.5 miles of hiking • 2000' elevation gain •
The day did not start out very promising with overcast skies and a light rain falling. After arriving at the trail head we started out in a steady rain which soon gave way to just a mist. Creeks are running fast. Trail is in good shape. We started up the Park Butte trail, passing through Schreiber's Meadows. Views were limited, the surrounding mountains draped in clouds. Berries were ripe and abundant. Mushrooms of all shapes, sizes, and colors were popping up all over. After reaching the junction with the Scott Paul trail, two miles in, we traveled below the Railroad Grade through the Metcalfe Moraine below the Easton Glacier, which remained hidden from view. We soon crossed boisterous Ridley Creek on a suspension bridge and a small patch of blue sky made a promising appearance as we continued through the moraine before breaking into meadows and rock gardens. The blue sky was short lived and as we stopped for lunch above a challenging creek crossing, the rains resumed and the mists thickened round us like an aging wedding veil. We soon headed down to the creek and after scouting out the area we chose to cross where the trail stopped at the water's edge. The rushing waters were bone-chilling as we crossed, rather gracelessly, one at a time. All made it safely across and, after putting our boots back on, we left the moraine and headed through meadows filled with ripe, plump berries which warmed our souls, if not our feet. Soon we were back in forest, the descent easy on the knees as we returned to the trail head. The hoped-for views were absent today, but the trail is a good one and any day hiking beats most anything else. The sun was shining brightly as we headed home, but not before a stop at the Train Wreck in Burlington for a delicious post-hike repast.
September 7, 2013
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Lost Creek Ridge
10.5 miles of hiking • 3750' elevation gain •
This was a perfect day for hiking and the trek is among my favorites. Skies were clear, temps in the 60s, the sun was warm, the forest cool, the berries plump and sweet. Starting out in the forest one climbs relentlessly along a mostly moderate grade with good tread until breaking out into a clearing with stunning views of the North Sauk River Valley and the surrounding mountains. You keep climbing (though frequent stops for berries are a must) until emerging at a shaded spot above Round Lake, a perfect place for lunch and a nap. Heading back down the trail a bit to a fork, go to the left for maybe a 1/4 mile for some more stunning views. Then, berry picking permitted, head back to the cars for a pleasant day hike. Be mindful of the propensity for some to break out into their best Julie Andrews imitation but you, too, will likely be caught up in the moment. A truly wonderful hike for wiling away a sunny day.
August 31, 2013
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Hannegan Peak
11 miles of hiking • 3000' elevation gain •
The weather report was for a 30% chance of rain but the day began draped in a cool drizzle. Trail head was crowded but did not encounter too many people along the way. Berries galore hung like christmas decorations and we were more than once delayed by stopping to pick the succulent jewels. The way to the pass is in very good shape although a wasps' nest was disturbed as we passed and we escaped an attack with but one casualty. Fog was everywhere and the mists reminded me of Sherlock Holmes upon the moors of England. The way to the peak is marked and the trail climbs steadily for one mile and 1200 feet but the tread is generally good. Alas, the peak held no promised-for views and the rain had increased in intensity so after a short break we departed. Nonetheless, a wonderful trip and a good workout.
August 24, 2013
Peek a Boo Lake
5 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
What a beautiful day for a hike. Headed out to Peek a Boo Lake for a short, relaxing hike beneath blue skies, golden sun, and puffy white clouds. Bugs were a nuisance but temps were comfortable. The hike is a good workout, climbing fairly steadily before breaking out in meadows just before dropping down (steeply) to the lake. Tremendous views from the meadows and blueberry and huckleberry bushes at the lake were rife with plump, juicy, berries. Just a great day overall.
August 18, 2013
Scorpion Mountain
8.5 miles of hiking • 2500' elevation gain •
The day started a bit overcast but temps were pleasant and skies cleared up as the day went on. Trail is in excellent shape. Huckleberries and blueberries slowed us down a bit. Views somewhat disappointing due to cloud cover but still pretty good overall. Bugs were a bit of a nuisance. Overall, a great day for a hike to a really nice location. If it were a bit warmer might have dropped down to Joan Lake for a dip. It sure would look inviting on a hot summer's day.
August 17, 2013
Gothic Basin/Foggy Lake
9 miles of hiking • 3000' elevation gain •
A beautiful day for a trip up to Foggy Lake through the Gothic Basin. Lots of wildflowers, salmon berries, and huckleberries to distract one from the at times relentless climb up. Incredible views from all along the trail once you get out of the trees. Trail is in generally good shape and easy to follow. Needed to do a bit of scrambling at times but nothing difficult. Bugs were persistent but not plentiful. Water is plentiful. Still some snow at the lake and across the trail to Foggy Pass. A wonderful day overall. Highly recommended.
August 7, 2013
Fisher Lake
10 miles of hiking • 1250' elevation gain •
Started out in the morning mists from the Tonga Ridge Trail Head. The skies soon cleared and we arrived at Sawyer Pass beneath clear blue skies. Headed south to Fisher Lake. First 1/2 mile or so is overgrown then a bit of a slick go through a creek bed before finally coming out in a meadow and onto a well-worn trail with easy tread. The lake was beautiful and we enjoyed a midday meal on some rocks along the shore. Clouds began moving in as we departed for the return trek but we avoided bad weather. All in all a wonderful day to a beautiful lake.
August 3, 2013
Beckler Peak
7.5 miles of hiking • 2250' elevation gain •
A beautiful, sunny day for a hike to Beckler Peak. Trail is in good shape. 360 degree views at the top are phenomenal.
July 24, 2013
Thunder Creek
13 miles of hiking • 750' elevation gain •
A wonderful, very relaxing day hike through old growth forest in the North Cascades. We hiked to the camps at McAllister Creek. The trail is in excellent shape and makes an ideal introductory hike for newbies.
July 20, 2013
Hidden Lake Peak North
8 miles of hiking • 3500' elevation gain •
This was a wonderful trip. Weather was great, skies clear, views endless. Flowers just coming into bloom. Snow in spots allow for some glissading. Marmots whistling loudly. What more could one ask for? (Okay, I admit, a burger at the summit would have been nice).
July 13, 2013
Rock-Thunder Mountain
10 miles of hiking • 2750' elevation gain •
Started at the Snow Lake Trail Head on a beautiful summer's day. Some snow still lingers on the eastern side of Snow Lake but easily managed without traction or poles. Scrambled up a talus field to the ridge at about 5000 ft then headed to the peak. Big enough to handle a group of 7 or 8, the views were endless and well worth the effort.
July 6, 2013
July 4, 2013
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Lake Stuart
10 miles of hiking • 1750' elevation gain •
This was a day for a bit of everything: crowds, solitude, sun, rain, hail. A memorable day with a good group of folks.
June 29, 2013
Ingalls Creek
11 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
A beautiful late spring day along a well-maintained trail full of wildflowers.
June 15, 2013
Thorpe Moutain
4 miles of hiking • 1750' elevation gain •
Another gorgeous day. Lot of snow still on the ground for glissades. Also managed to get some rock scrambling in. Tremendous views, including Ranier and Adams. Not a soul to be seen anywhere, only a squirrel up at the lookout who was kind enough to pose for some pics.
June 8, 2013
Union Peak and Jove Peak Snow Scramble
12 miles of hiking • 3500' elevation gain •
This was a great day. Snow untrammeled by human foot, animal tracks everywhere. Great weather with sunny skies for the most part. The trek was challenging and rewarding with great views and even wolverine tracks found atop Jove. Started out from Smithfield Road, still under a couple feet of snow. After a couple of miles of drudgery we headed up from the road to Union first then on to Jove. A long day but well worth it.
May 25, 2013
Whiskey Dick Mountain
11 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
A beautiful sunny day in Eastern Washington.
April 27, 2013
Jade Lake Trail
9.5 miles of hiking • 0' elevation gain •
Had planned a trip to Sobieski Mountain but heavy spring snows and increased avalanche danger led to a change in plans. Had to hike up the road to Jade Lake Trail Head due to downed tree. Managed to hike about 3 1/2 miles in before time, the continued snowfall, and blowdowns got the best of us. Still, a nice day.
April 13, 2013
Skyline Lake Snowshoe
4 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
A short snowshoe on a beautiful sun-filled day. Headed up to the lake and a bit beyond just trekking through the trees. Some great views but camera malfunctioned:(
March 30, 2013
Deer Creek Road Nordic Ski
9 miles of hiking • 1500' elevation gain •
Went cross country skiing. Planned to take Deer Creek Road up to Lake Kelcema but the day was wet and the trek up was icy in spots making for a less than ideal day. At the trail head for the lake decided to turn around as the rain kept coming and we were getting a bit uncomfortable.
March 16, 2013
Lake 22 Snow Shoe
5 miles of hiking • 1250' elevation gain •
A snowshoe to Lake 22 on a nice day. Got in a little glissade on the way down.
March 2, 2013
