The
forecast for Monday had clouds and a chance of rain. We were prepared
to break camp in the rain and face lots of wet brush on the climb up to
the real trail in the big meadow above. Instead we awoke in a cloud but
with zero condensation on our tents. They were packed away almost
entirely dry. One last day of fresh huckleberries in my oatmeal. It did
not take long to pick a few dozen. We felt a few drops but it never
rained. Since it was dry when we woke up we chose to get an early start
down. It would also be nice to get an early start to the drive home in
holiday traffic. By 8:05 am we were on our way. The only trick was
staying on route back to the small meadow where the trail becomes
continuous. We took a little different route than coming in but had no
real problem finding the meadow. From there it was just an uphill trail
to the high point where most hikers turn around. From there we could
not even see the short distance to the tops of Huckleberry Mountain and
Boulder Peak. The clouds were lifting however.
Following the trail we saw where we lost it at the big meadow coming
up. The actual amount of trail lost in the meadow is minimal. The route
hugs the trees at the upper side of the meadow. We took more
huckleberry stops but not as many as on the way up. The best display of
berries I've seen n years. The route has some ups and downs traversing
below the ridge before the descent begins in earnest. We looked far and
wide for the mythical camp near 4800' and found no signs at all. There
is the remains of a fire someone made right in the middle of the trail.
We took a break at Fred Bugner Camp. After seeing the insulator and
wire high on the ridge near the summit we looked for more insulators on
the way down. Though not looking for them we saw zero on the hike up to
the big meadow. On the way down we saw one then began to see a lot of
them. At first it was just insulators for the phone wire. Lower down we
saw wires used to hang the insulators but with the insulators missing.
All totaled we saw 25 insulators and 25 insulator hanger wires. That is
far more than I have ever seen on a lookout trail.
All the looking slowed us down but made the descent more interesting.
The trail seemed to be much longer on the way out. That is often the
case. We did notice the 3 mile marker coming down. Never saw it going
up. In the last mile or so we saw a blooming pacific bleeding heart and
spring beauty in bloom. They were many months late. At long last we
reached the trailhead at 12:34 pm. As expected there were no other cars
in the lot. For the three day trip we saw exactly zero people. That is
not so easy to do on a maintained trail on the west side of the Cascade
Mountains on a dry Labor Day Weekend. Total solitude is not yet a
complete thing of the past.
We had a great three day weekend. Our concerns about brush, lack of
water, and rain all proved to be no problems. 28 years earlier I hiked
4500' up the trail to views but had neither the time or energy to
continue on to the lookout site. Now the trail is much less obvious up
high but we had time to reach the lookout and go farther. I remembered
the trail as being not that brushy and having a smooth steady grade.
After recent trail work it is that way again. Really a nice trail. The
views at the big meadow are great. One would need to be quite
strong to continue on to the lookout on a day hike. Some folks do it.
We were glad to spread out the trip over three days. All in all, a
really great backpacking trip.