I was going to turn my hike from Sunday into a full-blown short story (it really was quite the adventure), but I’m so sick of looking at computer screens all day at work, that I can’t sit here much longer than the time it’ll take me to post the pictures. So, instead you’re basically just going to get a bit of a photo documentary. I think it’ll still be good though.

Took a drive down highway 12, pulling off on some Forest Service roads near Rimrock Lake. Paved for about ten miles, then gravel/dirt for the last seven. Arrived at a trailhead near Goat Rocks Wilderness Area and promptly headed off for what turned out to be seven straight hours of hiking on moderate to difficult terrain. 18 miles and just about 3000 feet of elevation gain.

Here’s the trailhead of Trail 1120 at Conrad Meadows and after about ten minutes of hiking a look up at my eventual destination (look basically at the horizontal midpoint of the picture at the mountains farthest back on the horizon).

Some of the trail cut through private property (granting easements to the Forest Service). It was kind of funny to bump into cows in the middle of a forest (here were a few more cows from the return trip). The picture on the right is one of the streams I crossed early on in the hike.

Just a couple of looks at views from the lower elevations. Typical trail and a first peak at some of the lower ridges SE of Goat Rocks.

At one point I got sick of waiting for the trail to head more steeply upward and veered off through some weeds. The weeds won that round and I ended up sticking with the trail for a while longer. Tons of wild flowers out, though the picture on the right didn’t come out the clearest.

Maybe a half hour after my weed foray I stumbled across a small stream cutting across the trail. Itching for some scrambling, I followed the rocky creek bed back a bit and discovered a series of small cascading falls. Very cool. Particularly because I had run out of water at this point and figured a clear running stream at upper elevations was as clean as anything I’d probably find. Filled my water bottles and guzzled (luckily with no future ill-effects). Take that Giardia! Ended up climbing up the slippery cliffs (with a few spots of frantic clawing).

Topped out to the view below to another set of waterfalls. Gorgeous! At this point I was starting to figure all the water had to be coming from somewhere cool so I charged up the next scree-covered slope (pictured left). This turned out to be a more precarious proposition than first appearances. You can see how steep the slope is behind me in the picture on the right.

Topped out again. Kabam! Snow! Stumbled into a meadow partially surrounded by cliffs and snowy slopes. I love that picture on the right. If you look at that picture I think the peak on the far right is Curtis Gilbert Peak which is the highest point in Goat Rocks. I didn’t know this at the time though or I probably would’ve at least taken a shot at it (probably for the best though given my lack of food and water at that point, and that I had already been hiking for more than three hours).

Left: a look back down the meadow after I hiked a little further. Right: hiking even further gave a nice view of the forest below and Surprise Lake.

This little lake made my day. Super rich blues with the glacial cloudiness. I washed my face and sat for a bit. If I’d had more time I may have braved a swim. Next time. It’s such a neat thing to find an unexpected lake at the top of a mountain. I checked some topo maps for the name after getting home: Warm Lake.

I kept on hiking, up this slope and then onto the snowy one. On my return trip I tried sliding down this glacier, but quickly was hurtling at a bit of an uncomfortable speed and had to dig my naked fingers into the snow to slow myself down.

Views from my highest elevation of the day. Left: looking back at Warm Lake and some of the terrain I had covered. Man, that was a long trek! Right: a look west.

And a few more top elevation views. Mount Adams, ladies and gentlemen! Regular view and slightly zoomed in view. Perfect viewing weather and another treat for the eyes. I had kind of been hoping to see Rainier as well (one big reason I kept hiking upward long after I should’ve stopped), but I think I would’ve had to get in the Curtis Gilbert Peak area to see the big guy.

All in all a super day. I ran quite of the way back to my car (to the chagrin of my knees and shins the following day) and, as I hinted at earlier, there was a fair bit more drama (as one would expect on an unfamiliar eighteen-mile solo hike with not enough food or water), but this is an area I think I’ll be happy to return to again, maybe with a companion or two in tow next go-round.

It was a fine weekend indeed. It started out super leisurely, but tonight I returned home covered in dirt and on aching legs (hint: this was much of the reason). I’m too tired to write right now to give the narrative the justice it deserves, but when I get a chance either Monday or Wednesday this week I’ll give an grand account, full of far too many pictures, I’m sure. Sleep…

I gave a friend a ride to Priest Lake this weekend. In Idaho. Quite the trip, but it was fun to spend some time at his family’s 8-bedroom/5-bath lodge on the lake (see below). I spent much of yesterday in the water swimming and canoing, then today hiking in some Rockie-esque mountains (Chimney Rock in the bottom-right photo).

Some miscellanea from the day…

Firstly, I’ve discovered that the tree that in my initial hasty identification I labeled as a crab apple tree is actually a plum tree. I discovered this by finding plums laying on the ground underneath the tree.

Those college botany classes are really paying off.

And I suppose now that I think about it, it sure makes a heck of a lot more sense. I mean peach-plum-cherry, makes way more sense than peach-inediblecrabapple-cherry. Still one mystery tree to go. Watermelon tree? Here’s a shot of a tiny plum in our tree. Now I feel kind of badly for not watering this guy as much as I should’ve.

Secondly, we had thunder this morning accompanied by about five minutes of rain. I was hoping for more given the temperature assault on our lawn over the past week, but at least the air was cool for a couple of hours. Enough time to get a little more landscaping worked on in the backyard. Mary and I worked on digging out some root remnants from last weekend’s project and I continued moving loads of small rocks that previous residents had used as a border around the deck. I can’t believe how tedious this process is. Gotta be done though. Grass beats rocks.

But, the heat returned full bore by mid-afternoon, so (thirdly) we ended up running the dogs in the park sprinklers, resulting in one of my new all-time favorite shots of Taylor. See below. She’s never looked so glorious! All seventy-five pounds hurtling skyward, clutching that magical catch. Who knew the fatty had it in her? It’s worth a click for the full-sized image. And also a few more shots from the run.

Last night we grilled up about four pounds of chicken, so I’d have something decent to eat at work over the next couple of days. After cooking the chicken, I set it inside a covered container on the kitchen counter to cool a little before storing in the fridge. Then I walked away for about ten minutes and returned to find an empty container and one fat dog. Nora somehow freed the lid and licked out every last piece of chicken from the container without knocking it off of the counter. Then, a couple minutes later she pooped in the front entryway. It was a spectacular display of bad dogness. Today’s lunch was a box of Wheat Thins.

I feel an Anchorman quote is in order:

Ron Burgundy: What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole… wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad; that’s amazing. How ’bout we get you in your p.j.’s and we hit the hay.