The Washington State Postgame Show

We arrived home early Thursday morning just after midnight, and for the first time in 18 days we had internet service fast enough to download some ridiculous videos from our trip.  Actually, we have combined some video clips into short movies for these.

Surviving a night on the Skyline Divide

with a little help from "our friend"

 

Day hikes don't get much tougher, or more beautiful,

than Maple Pass Loop, which actually crosses

three passes

 

Star calls it the Pacific Coast Trail, but then again, she calls Revco Pharmacy "CVS."

After driving 19 miles on a rock and gravel road from the nearest store,

you are in deep wilderness at the trailhead.  We have now backpacked

 on the PCT in both California and Washington.

 

 

Some Miscellaneous Photos

 

               Ptarmigan Ridge Snow Patterns

We ate at Graham's Store twice, where you can

"Dine in simulated luxury underneath the 

Willow Tree in the backyard"         

    Spent our first few days at Mt. Baker in this

    wonderful custom cabin by the Nooksack River

                            Thanks, John!

 

 

 

 

Our Final Thoughts

 

Despite my ad nauseam postings filled with photos and videos of hiking trips, Star and I have been discussing how the people we encountered were the most fascinating part of this trip.  Every summer, we go west to hike and backpack, but travelling in Washington State this particular summer we met people on much bigger, tougher, and grander adventures.  We met people who inspire, provoke, and challenge our way of doing things, and people who are kind, thoughtful, and more than willing to lend a hand or reach out for one.  May each of you be blessed in your journeys thru life.

 

Ben 

 

Tripping, 2013

We were aliens, easily

ID’d by our foreign accents

even though we disguised

our big ears and furry toes

with traditional hiking garb.

 

There were others, of course

like the elderly blind man from

Massachusetts on a snow-covered trail. 

He was so terrified of heights

he couldn’t see that he trekked

with tears running down his face.  

And the tripper from Arizona whose

companion waited patiently for breakfast

leftovers in his covered doggie

carrier on the bicycle. 

 

The natives were friendly, even the

Boy Scouts who invited us to share

their camping spot.  For privacy, we

ignored the storm and found another

half an hour down the trail, marked HERE

in the dust by a couple from the parking lot.

 

Once in a while, we met someone

who knew we weren’t exactly from the

planet where Deliverance was filmed.

One even had hiked along the Chattooga

although he had shared it with copperheads

and dangerous denizens in overalls.

 

Thanks to the gremlin in Graham’s who sent us

to the village of trees at exit 42, older than anything

created outside of nature and the real giants of Washington. 

Thanks to JaNae, with her children as illegal as ours

Marta and a sliver of minke whale we chased

through the Salish Sea, and a friendly hitchhiker. 

A final thanks and sigh of relief for divine intervention

which led us to Ben’s wallet under our car seat and

the computer almost turned in with the rental pod.

 

And so we’re back in home territory, happy to

find it just as strange and wonderful as any trip.

 

Star

 

 

 

 

Doe Bay, Orcas Island

We are chilling our last 5 days in Washington State on the remote island of Orcas in the even more remote Doe Bay.  The food is fantastic.  The spa is eclectic.  The views are mind blowing.  The atmosphere is unlike anything east of the Mississippi. 

Doe Bay

 

Campy

The General Store and Café 

On Monday, August 5^th, we took a whale watching excursion from Orcas to Canadian waters.  We didn’t see any Orcas on this day, but we did see a Minke Whale and a lot of other wildlife.  Heck, it was worth the money just to get out on the water.

Bald Eagle from the boat

 

Hmm, I'm pretty certain this is illegal in South Carolina

 

Our naturalist said this Minke Whale was between 35 and 40 ft. 

If I had to make a living as a wildlife photographer,

I'd go hungry.

 

The Salish Sea

Star got sick from me humming the theme to Gilligan's Island.

I thought everybody loved that song :-)

 

 We started this trip as a vacation, but it really has turned into our biggest adventure to date.  Four nights out in a tent, 8 days of tough deep wilderness hiking in 10 days, at least 7,500 ft. of elevation, and perhaps biggest of all, the logistics of packing and moving from one location to another multiple times.

 

When we get better internet service in a couple of days, we'll post a few humorous videos of us facing unnecessary risks and dangers.




 

Backpacking to Grasshopper Pass in the Okanogan National Forest

 Snowy Lakes or Grasshopper Pass was our dilemma for our final backpacking venture.  After consulting with a few locals, we opted for the latter.  It turned out to be an excellent choice.

First, the road to Harts Pass and the trailhead had to be navigated in our little Yaris rental car.  This 10 mile, mostly one lane, gravel and rock road carved into the side of a cliff takes you to the highest point of any road in Washington State at nearly 6,000 ft.  I was driving and Star couldn’t bring herself to take pictures (Plus, she was watching for large rocks scattered along the road), so you will need to search the internet for photos of this engineering feat of the ludicrous.  At one place called Dead Horse Point, you are literally suspended on the edge of a vertical rock face for 0.5 miles praying to every god imaginable that another vehicle doesn’t come from the opposite direction.  To make matters worse, a huge tree had fallen across the road and the Forest Service literally cut out a section of it just before our arrival.  They were directing traffic through a “slot” as we came by.

Anyway, we made it to the trailhead for the Pacific Crest Trail before noon and were on our way.  Once again, we found ourselves hiking along a stretch of trail with full exposure across scree slopes.  In fact, the entire 5 miles of the PCT to Grasshopper Pass traversed the steep sides of high ridges, where you could see the trail laid out almost in its entirety ahead of us.

 A nice gentleman had stopped us on the trail, and told us where the nicest camp spot was in the area. In fact, he had it marked with 3 sticks forming an arrow.  As we reached the site, a thunderstorm overtook us.  We were able to get the tent up as the harder rain started to fall.  When it stopped, we had dinner and drinks (vodka and cranberry :-). 

I'll shut up and let the pictures do the talking.

The Trailhead

Traversing one of many scree slopes

 

Tatie Peak

View from our tent.  Nice front yard!

Just before breaking camp