into the woods, and back out again

Archive for June, 2014

Solstice

I’ve been out to the Deception Creek trail four times now.  The first time, we had to turn back due to time constraints.  The second time, we had to turn back because my hiking partner for the day was having knee trouble.  Third time should have been the charm, but it was snowing and we lost the trail.  Yesterday was the longest day of the year and the weather was perfect for a thirteen mile hike.

A while back, I decided that once I got past about 7 miles in total, I was about done.  I was just too tired the last mile or two to be having any fun on longer hikes.  I don’t know what made the difference yesterday, because even though my calves burned and my feet were on fire at about mile 10, I didn’t want to lay down and take a nap until we had actually made it back to the car.

I really don’t know why it’s called Deception Creek.  It definitely seems river-sized to me, but I just looked up “river” on Wikipedia and I guess there aren’t any definite rules on what qualifies a river as opposed to a creek.  In any case, this hike is definitely all about the water.

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It was frothy and glassy and plunging and noisy.  The trail crosses the creek, meanders away, then returns and crosses again at least three times on the stretch that we hiked.

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The weather was not too hot, and there weren’t many bugs, and I only got a little bit muddy.

Spring is still making its way into the Cascades, so we didn’t see many flowers… mostly trillium and dogwood flowers.  The ferns are still curled up…

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We even saw baby Devil’s club.  New leaves are edible, but I’ve never been hungry enough to try it.

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On the way, we met a nice couple who gave us a map of the area, and we saw that there is actually a network of trails connected to Deception Creek.  We’d known about the connection with the Tonga Ridge trail–which we’ve done partially on our way to Mount Sawyer to pick blueberries.  We decided, this time, to call it quits and turn back near the juncture of the two trails, but maybe next time we’ll take the spur up to Deception Lake.

I was nearly in a daze of fatigue by the time we got back to the car.  I’d had a lot of talking and a lot of scenery and a lot of walking.  We stopped on the way home for bubble tea, and when I got home, I staggered in to run myself a hot Epsom salt bath.