The miles seemed to come slowly today. We started late and stopped a couple times to enjoy the warm morning sun, while we could. Clouds and rain were forecasted for later in the day. With clear morning skies it seemed hard to believe, although from the ridge tops we could see distant clouds moving in.
At our breakfast break we tried some dried cereal we picked up from the hiker box at White Pass. At least we had thought it was cereal. It soaked up all the water and protein powder, as well as all the flavor. It was bland and chewy and not cereal. Still not sure what it was …
Several times last night we heard the plaintive wail of an elk bugling, looking for love. He seemed to get no response other than the occasional yipping of coyotes and hoo-hoo-hooting of a nearby owl. Then came the mice with their scritching, scratching, plastic bag tearing and chewing sounds. We doubled the “offerings” to them that we had made of cheese nip crumbs and peanuts and they still wanted to tear into the carrots snack bag. Vigilant swatting of the bags was all that kept them away. So we had a fitful night’s sleep punctuated by sounds and furry (rodents) signifying nothing but mouse hunger and ungulate lust.
The trail ascended …
At the Kracker Barrel convenience store we had breakfast, did laundry and managed to resupply from the meager selection of food items. The hiker box was of very little help, so we had to make do with the paltry offerings the store had on their shelves. Still, it was better than losing the time it would take to hitch into Packwood.
Originally we had been planning on taking a zero day here, but the sun is out, the sky is almost clear. It is too nice to not hike. Better to save the zero days for when it’s raining and cold.
Stream of backpacker and horse packers heading out, going home as …
Once again, it was a misty, damp morning. There was a real chill in our little valley reminding us that fall is on the way. We were reluctant to leave the warm dry tent and so we were a bit slow in getting started. As we were packing up the clouds were lifting, revealing steep canyon walls, rock outcroppings and carpets of green clinging to them.
While we were walking the clouds continued to lift, and none too soon as we were about to climb up the final ridges to the “top” of the Goat Rocks where the views can be stunning. I remember it vividly as one of the highlights …
We awoke to a cold morning with clouds moving in. They would stay with us all day. Thick, low clouds - overcast and gray. There was a humid mist most of the day. A light drizzle fell a couple times though not for very long. The rain gear came out more for warmth than anything else.
Ripe huckleberries made for a pleasant distraction when not too wet to pick. As we climbed down the flank of Mt Adams we climbed out of the clouds, literally below their “ceiling.” And a couple times they parted briefly to show blue skies, but all too soon returned to their overcast position. Needless to say …
