July 26, 2016

Timberline Lodge Junction (mile 2094.4) to Muddy Fork (mile 2106.4)

Miles: 12

Our total miles: 1700.1

Laurie woke up to her alarm at 5:10am. She tried to go back to sleep but her mind was racing. Towns do this to her. 

She gets anxious and has trouble just being. We both hoped this trail would help change that, and maybe it has, but old tendencies still surface.

Since she couldn’t sleep, she got up, got dressed and went to watch the sunrise. Mt Jefferson stood proudly above the clouds, turning a pale pink when kissed by the morning sun.

When Andy woke up we packed up most of our things but left our food bags hanging so curious critters wouldn’t chew through our tent. We headed down to the lodge around 6:45 to charge our electronics before the breakfast buffet opened at 7:30.

We had heard wonderful things about the Timberline Lodge breakfast buffet from day hikers and thru hikers. If it were only from thru hikers we would have been skeptical since the word buffet holds more value than the food itself. But since the myth was validated by day hikers we chose to check it out. 

Breakfast was good and we ate lots. 

Eggs, sausage, potatoes, smoothies and pastries for Andy and whipped cream for Laurie. We left content but not overly full.

We spent the next few hours talking with friends and family. We chatted with Cakes, a woman we last saw around Chester (mile 1335) and Coke, a German man we met descending Mt Whitney. Once again the trail has an amazing way of bringing people together.

With 2.5 days to walk 50 miles we felt no sense of urgency. Apparently the lack of urgency leads to slow going. Originally we had planned to be hiking by noon but that quickly transitioned to 1pm.

We finally shouldered our packs around 1:15pm and headed north once again. It was hard to gain momentum since we were stopped every 3 minutes to yield to hikers walking uphill towards us. 

We saw all types of backpackers today – overnighters, section hikers and a few SOBOs (southbound PCT’ers). We saw people carrying dogs, lawn chairs and tiny backpacks.

The trail felt like a highway. We stopped to talk with one woman, Debbie, who was coming back from 2 nights out with her granddaughter. She asked to take our picture and said she was so impressed by us.

It is strange and funny that people treat us like celebrities. We feel like it is a priveledge to be out here. We are no more special than a grandmother and granddaughter finishing a 3 day journey around Mt Hood.

We crossed Zigzag creek by walking on two planks of wood- one much more stable than the other, then descended some more. 

The trail dropped a total of 1000 feet. We took Debbie’s suggestion and veered to the right at the Paradise Park junction. With a name like that how can one resist?

Our maps showed the junctions with Paradise Park Loop trail and PCT but not the trail itself. It didn’t matter though, we were up for the adventure.

We switchbacked out of the forest into a sea of greenery. Paintbrush, daisies, cat’s ears and other small white flowers lined the trail. 

At a junction we took a narrow trail up towards the base of Mt Hood. Laurie, like her mother, likes to hike uphill and rarely turns down an opportunity to do so. The trail was steep but neither of us could resist the temptation of hiking up for a nice view. 

We stopped partway up the Paradise Park trail, not knowing how far the trail went, and recognizing we still had miles to make before daylight faded. We paused for a few moments to take some pictures and cool off in the wind before heading down. The day was warm and with all the uphill walking we were both drenched in sweat.

We headed back down to the loop trail and eventually back to the PCT. We walked past many more wildflowers, streams and awesome looking campsites. This little detour was amazing and we were so glad we hiked it! 

Once back on the PCT we continued to descend. Laurie turned to her audiobook for distraction and Andy took the lead.

We popped out of the trees overlooking a very large and deep valley around Sandy Creek. Suddenly our very well groomed trail turned to sand. We were walking on a foot wide flat spot on the edge of a 1000 ft drop off. There were footprints and no other trail in sight. We both gripped onto the evergreen trees and Laurie avoided looking down.

This can’t be the PCT we remarked to one another. But where did we go wrong?

Rather than turning around and walking back up the sketchy sandy ridge, we kept going down. We pushed our way through bushes following a very narrow sandy path. We looked at our gps which confirmed we were off the PCT but only by 150 ft.

We bushwhacked our way back to the trail, stepping over logs and pushing back branches.

After 10 minutes Andy spotted the familiar 18 inches of dirt. Thank goodness! Our familiar friend- the PCT!

We happily continued down the trail, dropping another 2000 feet before reaching the Sandy Creek crossing. We managed to keep our feet dry by walking on a pile of logs.

Less than a mile later we turned right onto the Ramona Falls Alternate. The trail (which used to be the official PCT) led us slightly up and then down to the beautiful Ramona Falls. We arrived around 5:30pm and had the place to ourselves. Laurie bathed in the water and Andy washed his face and feet. 

Water poured over the dark and mossy rocks. It smelled like wet earth and provided a nice coolness to the hot evening. Another worthwhile detour! 

After leaving the falls we crossed the river on several bridges comprised of singular logs and one handrail.

Around 7 pm we joined back with the PCT and immediately saw tents. Golden Horse and Ben were on one side of the trail and Lois and Paul on the other. We had planned on hiking further but given the time and need to catch up on blogging we opted to stop.

We set up the tent, chatted with everyone and ate dinner. Surrounding us was a carpet of green. As the sun set we were cozy in our tent. The air was warm and we admired the tall trees through the mesh of our tent.

Tonight we are grateful for opportunities to talk with friends and family and the willingness to take risks and diverge off of the PCT.

July 25, 2016

Bushcamp (mile 2080.2) to Timberline Lodge Junction (mile 2094.4)

Miles: 14.2

Our total miles: 1688.1

We left camp a little before 7am. With all day and only 14 miles to Timberline Lodge we were in no hurry. 

So when we came upon huckleberry bushes, we stopped numerous times to pick them. Some of the stops were longer than others, all dependent on the sweetness of the berries.

The trail led us through the cool shade of the trees. Oregon soil is soft and it made our feet happy. Through the trees we snuck more views of Mt Hood. The brilliant white snow on the mountain stood out in contrast to the dark trees and bluebird sky.

We enjoyed a late breakfast on a log surrounded by huckleberry bushes. The wind kept us cool and our bodies appreciated the rest.

With the hope of finding ice cream at Timberline Lodge, we collected huckleberries in one of our Talenti containers for later.

After we crossed Hwy 35 we began to climb. Thankfully most of it was in the shade. The trail was wide, flat and without rocks. It almost felt like an old road.

After 2.75 miles we crossed a nice stream and continued the final 2 miles to the Timberline Lodge junction.

The trail left the cool comfort of the trees and we walked up the sandy mountainside. It was hot, there was very little wind and our shoes filled with sand as we took 2 steps forward and 1 step back. 

We finally got to a grove of trees with campsites about a tenth of a mile from Timberline Lodge. We set up our tent and ate lunch before heading over to the lodge. 

Getting into “town” is stressful on our relationship. Out in the woods we are on the same page – we can complete one another’s sentences and communicate through grunts. 

As soon as we get service or enter a town our differences become apparent. Andy prefers to chill and then slowly check things off his to do list while Laurie wants to finish everything on her to do list then chill.

We are very aware of these differences yet struggle to navigate them. Today, Laurie went into the tent to call her mom and do some of her personal “to dos” while Andy stayed outside and relaxed. As these differences arise we search for ways to compromise. 

Deep down, and not so secretively, Laurie wishes Andy would change to be more like her. We joke about it, both knowing fully well that we have different ways of being in the world and that only adds to the wonder of our relationship.

Once we worked out a game plan for the next 24 hours that allowed for both rest and doing, we headed down to the day lodge to get our resupply packages.

We separated and sorted on a table near an outlet. Laurie washed out her socks and underwear, making sure that nobody was in the bathroom to avoid getting dirty looks, and placed them on the sunny windowsill to dry.

Hiker trash is a word fondly used to describe thru hikers. Andy considered this laundry arrangement to be “classic hiker trash.” 

Laurie, however, felt it was completely normal and sensible to take advantage of warm water and soap when available. Perhaps she is just a natural thru hiker 🙂

Once our phones were fully charged, Instagram was updated and family talked with, we went in search of the hiker shower in the overflow parking lot.

We passed a barking dog and a man eating out of his car but couldn’t find a shower. There was a porta-potty but neither of us wanted to open the door to see if it was a shower. Even if it had been, we would not have used it. It is only 2.5 days to Cascade Locks and from there Laurie’s friend would be taking us back to her house in Portland for a zero, where we would get a proper shower.

We climbed the short distance uphill to our tent and ate dinner. We couldn’t find ice cream but enjoyed the huckleberries nevertheless. We chatted more with family and uploaded blog posts before falling asleep.

Tomorrow we get to experience the infamous breakfast buffet at Timberline Lodge. Tonight we can dream of eggs and potatoes.

Tonight we are grateful for the safe arrival of our resupply boxes and FaceTime.