So this is a familiar place to most of my family. The fancy placards haven't always been there but this is a spot to commemorate a handshake agreement between the Indians and the white man. They agreed to let the Indians have exclusive rights to the hucklberries on one side of the road. This is in the Indian Heaven Wilderness area. This is the Indian Viewpoint and we've had several family shots taken here over the years.
We camped in Cultus Creek where we camped last year. Very quiet, not many people around for a summer weekend. But then huckleberry season starts soon so maybe people were waiting.
As we were having breakfast Phil was robbed of part of his pastry by this guy. I couldn't believe he could fly with such a big chunk. Brazen too - we were still standing there!
Now for all the lovely wildflowers we saw....
This lupine should have been a clue. It was in full bloom and ought to have been almost gone by now.
Bear Grass should be gone as well.
We came to check out the hiking so we started up this trail that would have looped around a ridge complete with views of Mt. Adams and Mt. St. Helen's and even Mt. Rainier if clear. There's even some small mountain lakes to see.
Not a good sign to run into this in less than 1/2 a mile of the trailhead. This is not a lake on the map! It's snowmelt.
Okay...so when the trail disappears and you need a GPS to totally navigate, it's time to turn around. We were not prepared to find this much snow here. This is the side of the mountain that we depend on to be warm and dry for Labor Day camping.
As we were headed south a couple of hikers came upon us that were going north. They were thru-hikers on the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail). They told us they had just come through much worse and the little lakes were frozen! They had done the Oregon PCT section last year and were hoping to do the Washington section this year. We talked and exchanged information as they were from Boulder, Colorado. They had been on the trail 5 days already and that is probably 2 days slower than should be at this point. Knowing it was only going to get worse they figured they would have to give it up for this year. From the snow we see on the mountains still it was probably a wise decision. We tried a little farther but turned back. The couple (in their 70's) were at the trailhead waiting to flag down someone to drive them to the nearest town. We repacked our car and drove them into Trout Lake. We had to go there anyway. They filled our gas tank and headed off to find lodging and other "trail angels" to help them on their way. They will have to retrieve supplies they have sent on ahead between here and Canada.
Mt. Hood from White Salmon
Mt. Hood from White Salmon