Day 123 – are we back in Oregon?

August 4, 2016

Riley Creek (mile 2236.6) to bushcamp (mile 2256.9)

Miles: 20.3

Our total miles: 1850.6

We had a slow morning. Given that we “only” had to walk 20 miles, we didn’t feel rushed. We said goodbye to Custard and Julie and started down the trail around 8 am.

The grass and flowers were covered by a layer of dew. We walked slowly through the meadows, admiring the fields of lupine. It was very hard to keep a steady pace today. Both of us were in awe of the beauty and kept stopping to stare.

The glaciers on Mt Adams were prominent; the snow glistening in the sun.

As we hiked on we came upon a major wash and Lewis Creek. We have read that this could be a tricky crossing. We agree.

The water was murky and fording it would be tricky since we couldn’t see were to place our feet. We looked and found logs on which to cross.

Andy went first. He took his time on the slim logs, making sure he placed his feet just right, using his poles for better balance. Once across he looked for better options for Laurie but didn’t see any, so Laurie went for it. She crossed safely too and we continued on.

We passed meadows with ponds and meadows with meandering streams. We stopped to get water at one such stream and met a man who was backpacking with his 2 llamas. He carries a day pack and they carry the rest!

Laurie pet the llamas as she asked questions about their lifespan and how much land they require. As we stood there talking the llamas got inpatient and started stomping their feet and moaning.

As we parted ways Laurie started fantasizing about where she could live to raise llamas. This way she could bring her mom backpacking or even backpack herself well into her 80’s.

From here we walked away from Mt Adams and wandered back into the woods. We discovered wonderful patches of huckleberries and ate until our hearts and bellies were content.

After about 10 miles we reached Lava Spring. Clear and cold water came pouring out of a large pile of lava rocks. 

We ate lunch here, swatting away flies and chatting with a SOBO hiker named Grateful Red. 

We walked on through the woods, subtly climbing and descending. We discovered wild strawberries alongside the trail. They were tiny but oh so sweet!

We crossed a beautiful creek around 4:30. As Andy stepped across 2 frogs jumped out of his path. We admired and watched the frogs for 15 minutes. We got water for 10 miles (5 today and 5 tomorrow) and a dry camp. Laurie soaked her feet and rinsed her socks before leaving.

We passed a handful of SOBOs as the afternoon progressed. Some were friendly, others inquisitive – asking things like- “where is the best place to do a 50 miler?” and others passed with barely a smile.

We hiked the remaining 5 miles to camp with our head nets on. We passed many small ponds and could see the layer of mosquitoes skimming the top of each pond.

We gently climbed up to our campsite. The spots didn’t look very level and we had seen a spot on a ridge mentioned in one of the guide books. We opted to keep going another eight tenths of a mile in hopes of less mozzies and a better view. 

In 0.8 miles we found a flat spot on the top of the hill. Again it was grassy and will be wet in the morning but it is nice to watch the evening light reflect off the trees.

The mosquitoes quickly found us and we grumbled at them as we set up the tent. Laurie crawled inside as Andy cooked. We ate dinner watching the 30 or so mosquitoes stare at us through the tent. 

Of course we couldn’t actually see their eyes, if they even have them, but we had fun taunting them and blowing them off the mesh of the tent.

Today the trail was mellow. We appreciated the soft ground and gentle climbs. Most SOBO’s tell us the trail gets steep after Snoqualmie Pass but the views are amazing. We can’t wait!

Tonight we are grateful for tough feet and gradual trails.

Crossing Lewis Creek

Washington fruit salad

This is how Andy likes to break


Home sweet home

Day 122 – meditations and mountains

August 3, 2016

Highway 23 (2226.4) to Riley Creek (2236.6)

Miles: 10.2

Our total miles: 1830.3

Andy woke up with a startle. He thought he was late for morning meditation. 

Then WHACK.

He sat up in a haste, forgetting he was on the bottom bunk. It was 5:45 am – he was not late after all. Andy crawled into Laurie’s bunk and we watched the pink alpine glow spread over the face of Mt. Adams while toasty under a down comforter.

This was a magical way to start the morning.

Just before 6:30am we walked across the driveway to the Zen Buddhist Temple. We joined 11 others in a morning meditation led by Master Kozen.

Kozen spoke about awareness and how we can only change ourselves, not others or our environment. He shared a quote that resonated with both of us: “You cannot carpet the world, but you can wear slippers.”

It was a great reminder – particularly as we continue on this trail with unforeseen challenges. We are always in control of our attitudes and no matter how bothersome the mosquitoes or rain, we feel so fortunate to be out here. 

And like most Buddhist teachings remind us, this experience is transitory and awareness is the best tool to cherish these last 900 miles.

After meditation we chatted with a woman who had started the PCT earlier this year with her family. Her warmth and excitement about the trail was heart warming. 

She offered us a ride to the trailhead and to cook dinner for us that night. We were so tempted to stay another day to spend more time with her and her family, but alas the trail called and we wanted to take advantage of the good weather window for the Goat Rocks.

With 30 minutes to spare before breakfast we wandered around the property and said good morning to the llamas. 

We enjoyed a delicious breakfast with the other B&B guests before packing our things and attempting to upload as many posts as we could in a short amount of time. No matter how early we start our day, there never seems to be enough to time to do it all!

We are sad we were not able to walk to the neighbor’s house to say goodbye to the woman we had met earlier this morning. We need to continue to work on not over committing ourselves on short neros and zeroes. 

The day before we had organized a ride back up to the trail with Dave who was bringing up a bucket full of trail magic for hikers. We picked up Toaster and Smudge at the general store and all rode up together.

We purposefully choose to slow down in this section. It is one of the best on the trail and we want to soak it all in. We plan to take a little over 4 days to hike 66 miles.

With only 10 miles on the agenda we took our time. We picked huckleberries, took pictures of flowers and enjoyed the sunshine.

We walked through a large burn area, admiring the fields of lupine and paintbrush. Fluorescent pink paintbrush neighbored orange and pale pink ones. 

The wildflowers made us both smile. We feel so fortunate to have had this showcase of flowers. It’s been the best since Northern California.

All the while Mt Adams loomed in front of us. We walked around to the west side of the mountain, watching the afternoon clouds obscure the top. 

Sections of the trail were narrow trenches etched deep in meadows of wildflowers. These are Laurie’s favorite types of trails. 

About 2 miles from camp we turned a corner to an expansive view of Mt St Helens and Mt Rainier. Incredible!

We crossed Riley Creek and searched for campsites. We found a grassy spot with room for about 3 tents. We set up near a woman named Julie who is hiking with her dog Custard. We met them 2 days ago at Blue Lake, then ran into them again at Bear Lake. 

We chatted a bit and offered her some of our extra food. Apparently we are attached to our food because we keep carrying too much. We now try to provide trail magic along the trail whenever we can.

The clouds parted and we ate dinner in the refuge of our tent admiring the glaciers on Mt Adams. This campsite is pretty epic.

We had 18 Rabbits granola with huckleberries for desert and man was it delicious! We are loving this pick-and-eat-as-you-hike business. 

It was 7 pm and we had eaten and organized food for the next day. We don’t know what to do with ourselves when we stop hiking this early!

As the alpine glow faded from the face of Mt Adams we got out to brush our teeth. 

Andy reluctantly put on the fly to combat some of the meadow condensation. As he was pulling the fly taught one of the poles popped out of its connector. The tent collapsed and the pole ripped a hole in the fly.

Whoops!

Thankfully Andy was able to screw the pole back in and we placed duck tape on the hole. Gotta love easy backcountry fixes 🙂

We fall asleep tonight to the sound of insects and running water.

Tonight we are grateful for still being on trail together and for duct tape.

Left to right: Toaster, Smudge, Dave (our ride), Dribbles & Shuffles

Mt Rainier we are coming for you!

Day 121 – a nero in paradise 

August 2, 2016

Mosquito creek (mile 2216.2) to Forest Road 23 (mile 2226.4)

Miles: 10.2

Our total miles: 1820.1

Andy woke up cold. He had used his sleeping bag as a quilt and the temperature dropped too much during the night for it to be comfortable. 

There was an upside though. Being cold helped us start moving earlier than the previous two mornings.

We hiked out of camp wearing our fleeces at 6:40 am, an entire 40 minutes later than our campmates Toaster and Smudge, but over 30 minutes sooner than our departures the last two days. 

We walked through the foggy, cold forest waiting for our hands to warm up. This looked and felt like the Washington we were expecting.

The trees moaned and squeaked in the wind as we walked by. At times we thought we heard children yelling or bears growling – but no – it was just the trees.

We got to Forest Road 23 just before 11 am. Toaster and Smudge were lying down on the side of the road. 

Andy greeted them with “Don’t take this the wrong way but we were hoping not to see you here.”

We all laughed.

They had been waiting for over 20 minutes and only 1 car had passed. 

So we joined them on the side of the highway.

Andy walked down the road and found service near a pullout. After 4 months on the trail we have learned to spot places with potential service.

He got hold of a local trail angel who said he’d be there in 20 minutes and for us “not to take another ride.”

There must have been times when he’s gotten calls only to drive out there to find no hikers. 

Thirty minutes after we placed the call Doug pulled up.

There were already two hikers in his van. Jackson and Dave had resorted to walking the 14 miles into town after waiting for awhile with no luck. Thankfully they didn’t have to walk too far.

We all piled in and headed down the twisty mountain road, trying to get glimses of Mt. Adams through the dark, stormy clouds.

Doug dropped us off at the General Store where Toaster and Smudge had reserved a room and where we had sent our resupply boxes.

We too inquired about a room but they had no availability. Having our hearts still set on staying at Trout Lake Abbey, Laurie called them once again. We finally got in touch with someone who told us to try calling again between 1 and 1:30 when someone would be in the office.

Ok. We can be patient. Well, Andy can. And Laurie can distract herself. We decided to distract ourselves with food. 

We have a tendency of waiting too long to eat in towns often becoming hangry. We decided to be proactive to break this habit so we walked over to the cafe after picking up our resupoly boxes.

As we walked towards the entrance we noticed a familiar face, Slingblade, sitting at one of the picnic tables finishing a BLT. After he told us about the scary river crossings we avoided north of Tuolumne Meadows and his hiking plans for the summer, we parted ways once again. 

Juat after ordering, Toaster and Smudge joined us. We all scarfed down burgers and fries. Laurie even got a gluten free bun!

As we ate a woman from the table next to ours came over, inquiring about our hike. She told us her daughter is hiking a section of the PCT and should arrive in Trout Lake the following week.

We told her we were thinking of going to the Abbey to see about a room and they offered to drive us there. Yay!

After treating us to a huckleberry milkshake, Toaster and Smudge returned to their room at the General Store and we drove 10 minutes south of town. We entered Trout Lake Abbey and were caught off guard by its beauty. 

Lush green grass, a labyrinth, a Buddhist temple, an organic farm, chickens, alpacas – this place was paradise!

Susan greeted us and informed us that they had hostel beds available. We went inside, looked at the empty room that can sleep 8 and chose to stay.

There are hostels and then there is this place.

“How come this place isn’t more popular?” We wondered. 

We were grateful to have this room all to ourselves. We spread out like we usually do when in town, but it was hard to get anything done. We kept getting distracted by the views. 

Eventually we came up with a game plan. Andy went to pay for our beds and to do laundry while Laurie backflushed our filters. 

Around 4pm Susan gave us a tour of the property. The details are what make this place unique.

The iron work, the labrynth, the clay building, the small bungalows, the alpaca, the sunflowers, the just-picked blueberries and tomatoes, and on and on. 

We really, really considered taking a zero. Our bodies weren’t tired or sore but it was so nice we didn’t want to leave. After looking at the weather and the area of Washington we are heading into we reconsidered. 

The Goat Rocks Wilderness and Knife’s Edge are about 50 miles from where we left the trail. We have a good weather window and wanted to make the most of it!

Kozen Sampson – monk and co-owner of the Abbey – arranged for an employee to take us back to the trail after breakfast. 

We can’t thank the staff here enough. They’ve treated us very well and welcomed us with warm hearts.

We enjoyed dinner in our room while watching the alpenglow on Mt Adams. 

Although it’s been a hectic day, we don’t feel as stressed as we typically do in town. Must be the setting! 

Tonight we are grateful for 23 acre farms that welcome hikers and cell service in the middle of nowhere.