Posted by Goat
To quote Barry Manilow, “Looks like we made it…” YEAH! – (sorry for the Manilow reference). This morning we started up the mountain from the front side. I honestly thought, that I would not even make it to the first falls, much less to the lake. I started off with Wally and the first mile is up hill and on asphalt. It was definitely the hardest part of the trip, at least the hardest part of the beginning. More pain was to come. Like I said, I was honestly thinking about stopping at the first falls, but we continued.
At first the trail seemed new, as it had changed a bit since the last time we were there. Mostly due to a big avalanche that was still very evident. After the second falls, where the asphalt stops, we cut back away from the valley for a long trek that was not noticeably inclining, with long switchbacks and water running across the path a few times. We got to the first snowfield in not bad time. We had a few, three I think, to cross, and they weren’t as bad as the other day. With that said, I still slid a bit on one of the longer ones, and again, Wally wasn’t thrilled. This field was right at the beginning of the boulder field- you can’t miss it, it’s huge… we made our way across the field to where we remembered a lot of switchbacks. This is where we had given up four years ago because of a lighting storm that was making its way over the mountain. It looked quite different this time, not only is everything more green and lush around here this year, but the brush had grown considerably over the last four years. We realized where we were and continued up the trail… this was not an easy task as the trails are not marked, so you may not realize that you are short cutting until too late. Now, some of the more obvious short cuts are marked as “not trails”, so those you could avoid. Walking on boulders is not fun, the bigger chunks hurt and the smaller stuff slides. Anyway, we crossed over several streams and even under a waterfall, which Wally, half-liked, but still thought it was a shower, so didn’t like. By the time we got out of the boulder field and through the many, many, switchbacks, we thought that we should be there, but we weren’t. We continued on until we came to a fork, one part went up and around another ridge, while another went down into a meadow. We thought this had to be it, but there were only two pools, and no lake. But by this time, I was extremely tired, so we found a campsite area under some pine trees and took a long rest. We saw some other people taking the trail up and figured they must know where they are going. So after our long break, which I laid down and stretched and Wally ran around, we headed up that trail because we figured that if it were just right there, we would hate to miss it. Tar took Wally for this part. We also ran out of water in our first bladder, so in the process of switching to the second, we popped the drinking tube off and the bladder leaked big time in the pack, and since I was wearing it, I got a wet back and butt. We only lost about a ¼ of the water, but that would mean a lot later. The lake was not just over the next ridge, but it was pretty close, so we made it all the way to the shelter.
We rested there a while as it was quite beautiful! The air was crisp and cool. The water was clear with some blue ice at the bottom of the “glacier”. And then there were the goats! At first I them going over the ridge around the backside trail, and then Tar saw them high on a ridge. We watched them come down this very steep ridge, and across a huge snowfield and then we noticed another group coming from a higher meadow. They all made there way across the stream and up to where we where. Wally loved them, as did we all.
When we finally decided to head back it was 1:20, so we knew it would be a hot one. We were right. The boulder field was Hell, the whole way, even with the behind the waterfall trip, the boulders sucked downhill twice as bad. The snow fields seemed to have grown, but we did have our “YakTraks” that we purchased after our first attempt. They helped, but we took them off after the first field, forgetting about the others, and they were too difficult to get on, on very tight single- track trails of boulders and steep drop offs. After the boulder field, Tar wanted to stop for a break, so we did about an hour after the field. When we started again, I noticed that we had drank the last of the water. Not good, as we were both hot and tired and pretty much dehydrated already. I didn’t tell Tar, as I figured there was no need for both of us to worry about this. With about another 3 miles to go, she turned around for a drink… no keeping the secret anymore. We hiked that next 3 miles pretty fast, or at least as fast as two exhausted, dehydrated, and very sore people could. I kept praying for that very asphalt that I hated on the way up. I knew that once we hit it, we would be almost done. Asphalt feels twice as bad going downhill than uphill, especially on sore, worn out knees. Good news was that we did make it down from the lake in about three and a half hours. A total trip time of 11 hours and some change.
Even though it took us longer than we thought and it beat the tar (not to be confused with Tar) out of us, we are very happy to have finally made it to the lake, which has always been my goal.
Next time we’ll have to hit the summit.
Goat
You can read Tar’s perspective here.
You can view photos of the hike here.