Lower Lena Lake March 14-15, 2004
My first backpack of 2004!!
It all started with me discovering that the cat had
peed on my pack! Gross. I headed out early and met
up with Rainrunner at Sarbar's place.
was rushing us off...Hmmm...who was he expecting?
We got to the trailhead fairly early. Fogduo and her
grandson, Christopher, had hiked in the night before.
We did a little rearranging of packs, I handed out gifts
and Rainrunner offered to carry the 5 pound hunk of
rocky road fudge that Sarbar had made for us. YUM!
We're so spoiked!!
The trail to the lake seemed so much easier for me this
time! (Last time I was here, my hiking partner spained his
ankle on the way out.) and it only took us a few hours to
reach the lake. The looks on peoples' faces as they walked
by, smelling my amonia-perfumed pack, was pretty darn funny.
I had one dog that wouldn't stop barking at me. lol.
At the first good overlook of the lake we ran into
this guy. Ford, being his friendly self started talking
to him, of course! It took me a minute or two before
I realized that it was WrongBridge! One of the missing
parts of our PNWH
group. He fits right in with the
rest of us. The view of the lake was nice, but we wanted
to find Fogduo and our camp for the night.
Which we did quickly. We chose the site next to hers.
Sarbar had to read the directions on how to put up her
tent and WrongBridge apparently set up on a slope! I
found out that my thermarest has a hole in it.
Rainrunner set up in the trees, which ended up being the
best choice. We spent the evening telling stories, eating
fudge and drinking adult beverages. I tried to set camp on
fire with white gas and found out the hard way the saw on
my pocket knife is really sharp!
In the morning, I woke up to the sound of rain on the roof of
the tent and WrongBridge and Sarbar walking around. The
girls treated WrongBridge to some inappropriate breakfast
stories before breaking camp. We broke camp early and
headed out, but not before stopping for more photos. The
sun came out on the way down the trail and I even got a bit
of a sunburn!
What a beautiful day! We were home by 1pm.
Hoh River April 10-11 2004
and I left
We rolled into camp around
A couple of stops for dinner and gas,
and deciding to avoid the ferry line after all.
At around 11 we were flying around
Hoosierdaddy called to check on our status and I needed both
hands to drive, so tossed the phone to Turtle. Nope, not
speeding at all officer.
Those corners around the lake are FUN!!
It was kinda weird to see the Hoh in such dry conditions.
This is only the second time I've hiked in the rainforest
when it wasn't raining and never this early in the season!
It was so warm out all weekend! The sun shining through
the trees and the moss was beautiful though. And the big
The trail past 5 mile island is going to need some work this year...
There was one major washout about 7 miles or so in. That was fun
:p There were also some wonderful views of the Hoh Burn and
High Divide. Makes me want to get up there again this year
Lunch was at 5 mile island. Awesome views of Mt.Tom!
Rainrunner, Adam and d3fold beat us to camp. We set up at
Olympus Guard Station, a beautiful spot, right near the
river. There was a dead carcass of something nearby. YUCK!
now and then we'd catch a whiff of it as
the wind changed. We got to meet McPuck and his buddy, and it
and Ldyblade will be come a regular Posse members.
Trilliums and yellow violets were in full bloom Pretty.
Hoosierdaddy and Rainrunner decided that 10 miles wasn't
enough for them, so they hit the switchbacks going up to
Not me.. I took a wonderful nap in the sun and pigged out on snacks.
need a new sleeping bag. I got cold Saturday night then my
legs started to cramp up. Needless to say I did NOT get
a good nights sleep. It didn't help that the early morning
wankers I hike with decided to have breakfast right outside
our tent at
!! Wassup wid dat guys?! I finally gave up and rolled out of
and VERY cranky. GIVE ME
But then the stove wouldn't work... Grrrr... So rainrunner
loaned us her stove so Turtle could have her oatmeal and
me my coffee. Breakfast was a nummy bagel Sarbar had brought
me from Olympic Bagel in
Around 8 or so, Turtle, Hoosierdaddy and I hit the trail.
Hoosier is one of the speed demons, but he was nice enough
to hang with us. Lunch was at 5 Mile
with some fantabulous
views of Mt.Tom. We heard a momma and baby elk bugling to
each other, but never saw them. Poor Hoosierdaddy got to
hear all kinds of ridiculous girl talk (again!)
When we got back to the trailhead,
Fogduo surprised us with cold beers!!
OMG!! Then we all went and had a late lunch
at the Hard Rain Café. That place is so cute! Then it was
the LONG ride home... We opened the sunroof, cranked the good
tunes and enjoyed the ferry ride.
Ozette Cheese War February 2005
This was called the Cheese War because Pixie
and myself had a heated debate about
who was bringing the parmesan cheese to our
pasta potluck! Yup that's right, we hiked
in fresh pasta, sauce, shredded parm, Caesar
salad, and homemade beer/cheese foccacia.
And of course Sarbar brought her famous
fudge. This time it was peanut butter fudge
with mini marshmallows. Yum!
Once out there,
we found Pixie had already scooped out the
I decided to set up camp
with her while the rest of the crew hiked just a
little further to a bigger site.
Both sites had wonderful ocean views. At high
tide the waves were crashing a mere 30 feet from
our tents. Ahhhh... peaceful.
We watched the deer up on Sand Point (a large grass
covered sea stack) grazing.
We all took
some nice pictures of their silhouettes up there.
Ford and I wandered around looking at the
tide pools and the critters in them.
Dinner was excellent! Several different kinds of
pasta and sauce, bread and fudge for dessert. BURP!
After dinner we all climbed up Sand Point
for some lovely views of the sunset. Later, we
sat around drinking our libations of choice,
talking and enjoying the beautiful ocean with
the fishing boats out on the water.
It was a chilly night, but I was cozy in my Marmot
After breakfast and some exploring, the posse
headed out and left
Pixie for her
wait for low tide. She was hiking to Cape Alava
to meet friends.
We made a manditory stop in Port Angeles for some
seriously grubbing Mexican food. Mileage total
for the weekend was about a whopping 6 miles.