to get away before the school starts, we intended to head out of a three day backpack from stehekin into the north cascades. when we saw that the weather was going to be in the 100's, we decided last minute [thursday afternoon, our day of departure] to switch to the olympic pennisula. we haven't ventured far into the olympics yet, so we thought a three day backpack would do us well.
we hiked the happy ridge loop trail, counter-clockwise. while the first two and a half miles would be almost 2500 feet in elevation gain, the next 18 miles after that would be relatively downhill. we found that 'relatively' is a relative word.
tired, but in good spirits.
here brooke's hiking poles are taking a break.
Brooke setting up 'home' at happy lake. happy lake was relaxing, however the mosquitoes were almost as bad as
buffalo river state park. while setting up camp, brooke looked over to see andrea...
well...he really didn't know what she was doing! he guessed she was trying to take refuge from the onslaught of skeeters by hiding under her sleeping pad!
she confirmed...yes! yes, she was trying to take refuge!
as the temperature started to drop, so did the mosiquitos. we cooked dinner [freeze dried oriental chicken and rice] ate, and then crawled into our tent to slowly fade into a slumber.
exhale...ahhhhhhhhh. happy lake indeed!
the next day we woke a little sore, as our feet tried to tell us to sleep a little longer, we knew we should get going. we were excited for all of the possibilities that lay ahead.
when we hiked back up to the ridge, we were greeted to a 'good morning' by millions of wildflowers, bright blue skies, and views that would make it hard to concentrate on hiking.
although faint in this photograph, we could look north to the mountains of vancouver island and the straight of juan de fuca.
still smiling after almost 3000 feet of elevation gain in four miles!
stopping to take in the scenery.
hiking on a ridge was a new experience. as we surveyed our surrounding, we found millions of gorgeous wildflowers: Phyllodoce empetriformis; Pink Mountain Heather...
and Aquilegia formosa; Crimson Columbine.
and Penstemon serrulatus; Cascade Penstemon.
but the beauty of the wildflowers were starkly contrasted to the ridge line trees that looked as if they had been battered by storm after storm until they decided it was time to wither up and call it quits.
i guess one downfall of hiking on the ridge was coming face to face with the trees that decided to call it quits in the heavy winds. one after another, we stepped [read: climbed or scaled] over trees. when you're on the ridge stepping down and around isn't always an option.
after so much fancy foot work, we'd feel our blister-burn come back!
when our feet got to the point of exhaustion, we rounded the corner to a view of mt olympus that quickly took our minds off the pain!
we spent the better part of the day hiking from happy lake to boulder lake. in the heat, we ran out of water, and we still were a long way off from our destination. stumbling into boulder lake, we have never been more dehydrated. note to self: from now on, we carry 64 ounces of water each!
just when we got to the point that we were going to breakdown, we saw this bluish-green blessing appear through the trees. boulder lake catches the snow melt from boulder peak. we filtered two bottles of water, sat on a log and drank water like a bunch of college guys drinking beer at a frat party! then we filtered more water!
after rehydrating and eating lunch, we set out for olympic hot springs. it was an enjoyable hike through dense vegatation. slightly different from being up on the ridge.
after arriving to olympic hot springs, it was time for dinner! it's amazing how hungry you get by walking around!
brooke decided it was his turn to 'do the dishes.'
post dinner. two days hiking in upper eighty degree weather! we couldn't smell ourselves, so we knew we smelled equally bad!
that's ok, because we woke eager to a treat that was awaiting us! olympic hot springs isn't called olympic hot springs for nothing! it is an old hot spring resort that went out of business in the 60's. the nps cleared out all of the old buildings and shut down the road. hikers have built up rock pools around the natural hot water seeps and have created different pools to soak your trail worn body! and soak we did! we then ventured down to the icy waters of the boulder creek to filter water...andrea found a 'sweet spot!' a little pool that folks had tried to make to capture a mixture of a hot springs seep and cold creek water! brooke tried to improve it, but slipped on some mossy rocks and crashed into the river stones! ouch! [the camera was accidently left at the camp :( ].
after drying off and limping back to camp, we packed up our gear and started the four mile hike back to our car.
over a few sections of washed out trail, and down the old hot springs road...
through some amazing smelling evergreen trees...
drinking plenty of high quality h20...
through a stream...
and finally back to the park road. we were glad to see a park ranger stop and offer us a ride back to our car...that was still another two miles down the road!
we climbed into our car and started making our way home. although we stopped at a safeway for food, a safeway gas station for drinks, and pizza in port townsend...we thoroughly enjoyed our time in the wilderness! we will return soon!
after arriving home, we took long hot showers and surveyed the damage.
it's just not backpacking if you don't endure some massive blisters!
We started with a day hike to Spray Park.
Just entering Spray Park at 5500'. Get out the bug spray. Lube up. Push on.
Taking a break on the path of wildflowers.
Indian Paintbrush. Always a beauty.
Some sort of delicate lilly.
Lupine. Fields and fields of beautiful lupine...
beneath a majestic mountain.
Mt. Rainier looks so close at 6500'! Tempted to run up to the top, but we'll wait. We'll see you next summer, friend, face to face.
When navigating through rocky territory, cairns (pictured above) are used to direct you back on trail, assuming you have strayed off admiring the mountain.
Getting ready to cross a snowfield. You might get an idea of the amazing views we had from the parks. We were looking at higher peaks all the way up in Canada.
This snowfield creates a beautiful pattern.
We stop at a creek to wash up and cool down.
Ever wonder what the beginning of a raging river looks like, before it has picked up speed, rocks, debris? Kinda like this. Peaceful. Quiet. Inviting.
Andrea thought it would be a good idea to add a gallon of water to her day pack for 'training.' It came in handy when we decided to push on past Spray Park!
Part of the trail was to cross over this suspension bridge, built over the Carbon River at 3500'. Wow...it was high. And bouncy. But fun!
We crossed back over the Carbon River again at 2500'. Note all the debris and devastation from year after year of massive floods going through. The most recent being Jan '09.
