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I haven’t hiked much in the past couple of weeks so I am building back up. I did Squak Mountain to Central Peak, taking the trail up and the South Access Road down (see track below).

At about 1,600 feet I saw a couple of tiny little blobs of snow. First of the season. I know what is coming.

I stopped by the old Bullitt Fireplace, all that is left of a local prominently rich family’s weekend cabin.

Apparently Mrs. Bullitt didn’t like the place and Bullitt wound up donating thousands of acres of the land he owned on Squak to the public. And so we get to hike there through the forest:

It was a bit less than 6 miles, about 1,800 feet of elevation gain – moderate but I will ramp it up just a bit on Friday, and even more next week.

Finding this lost trail has been on my to-do list for quite awhile and today I did it, heading south from the McClellan Butte trail head with a heavy heart, knowing my great pal Lili would not be home to greet me.

Anyway, when I hike the McClellan Butte trail I typically look east to the eastern side of the Alice Creek gorge where I could swear I have spied a wispy trail snaking through the brush on the other side.

According to the maps, there is an abandoned service or logging road that runs in that area and I have wanted to see if I could find it. Today, I did, and I followed it until almost the very end (see track below) where it disappeared into the undergrowth.

I reached this, by the way, by turning left where the McClellan Butte trail intersects the service road (NF9020) and pushing past the barrier that has been erected to stop vehicular traffic. Less than a half mile from that barrier the trail splits, and I headed right and up.

It is likely that had Derek been along, the two of us, leveraging his route-finding skills, would have been able to forge ahead a bit farther but I turned around, since I was way off-trail with no one around to help should I run afoul of one of the obstacles on the trail. Here is what much of this “trail” looked like:

At one point there was a peek through the trees in the direction (west) of McClellan Butte:

I also saw a very neat fungus, bright yellow. A little Googling leads me to believe it might be Ramaria rubicarnata. Whatever it is, it was an interesting fungus:

5.6 total miles, rather mild. Here is the track:

A beautiful fall day in the Pacific Northwest and I was trying to be open to enjoyment.

Jan and I were married 34 years ago today, but we are hardly celebrating. We had to euthanize our dog Lili, who was 14 years old and spent almost all that time as a healthy and happy pooch. She was definitely a member of our family.

But she was suffering terribly.

A few months ago she developed a blood-red eye. We took her to two vets, our regular one and a specialist but neither one was able to accurately diagnose what was wrong. We had eye drops which helped a little but she was still having problems.

Then, back in August, she developed what seemed to be a head cold, with sneezing and nasal discharge. Again, no firm diagnosis, nothing was really helping.

This past Tuesday we took her to a vet that was able to do a CT scan and a rhinoscopy and they discovered she had a large tumor that was imminently going to break through the roof of her mouth. We were awaiting the results of the biopsy, scheduled for early next week but she took a sudden turn for the worse.

As the saying goes, we fail slowly and then all at once.

She was clearly having trouble breathing and was not eating (perhaps, the vet said, because she could no longer smell). Still, she seemed to be hanging in there, and we were awaiting the results of the biopsy to see if something could be done to shrink the tumor and provide some relief.

But last night she really suffered. She was having so much trouble breathing, and clearing phlegm from her throat that she came upstairs (“her” couch downstairs was her bed) and stood outside my bedroom door, loudly suffering.

I took her outside, tried to get her to eat, gave her a pain pill but she just kept looking at me with those big, suffering eyes asking: Help me dad!

But I could not help. All we could do was gather her family and put her out of her misery with as little extra pain as possible. She literally died in our arms at about 11:45 am this morning and that is as much as I care to type.

RIP, my good friend.

A combination of sore toes and bad weather have kept me off the trail since I returned from Ireland but yesterday I gingerly put a toe (so to speak) back into the hiking world by doing a little Christmas Lake hike prior to an afternoon Cedar River Watershed Education Center (CRWEC) tour of the former town of Cedar Falls.

The tour was great. It was a short one, only 2 hours, and we didn’t go far. The former town of Cedar Falls is only a short distance from the Education Center, but we (about 17 of us, plus Anna and Julie, our guides and drivers) climbed into two vans for the short trip down the road.

Cedar Falls was created as a company town in the early 20th century to house the workers and their families who tended to the power generating equipment in the watershed that sent power to Seattle. In addition to power, of course, the watershed sent water to Seattle. Following the devastating fire of 1889, made worse by the lack of water and water pressure, the residents of Seattle almost unanimously agreed to get their water from 30 miles east of the city.

Cedar Falls, in addition to being a railroad stop:

… was a nice little community with tennis courts, an indoor swimming pool, a school and a great sense of community, attested to by those residents who, in later years, left oral histories. They also had what appears to be a very early version of a hot tub:

We also visited the remains of an old cabin, formerly used to house temporary watershed workers (like fire fighters). The interior held remnants of the old days:

All in all, a nice day and it felt good to get out again, even if my first hike after Ireland was very gentle. Gentle or not, I love the views you get out there such as:

Only about a 4 mile hike, not much elevation gain, and more or less aimless. The track shows a little loop:

I plan to get out next week at least a couple of times and build up to a more robust experience on the trail. And, as always, hurray for the CRWEC!

On Friday morning, 9/6/19, we were dropped by taxi back at the Crone car park and it was a short walk to get back on the Wicklow Way.

Just like the first two days, the third day was wonderful from start to finish. At just over 14 miles it was the shortest day, which gave our aching feet (legs were fine but some toes and arches were starting to complain) just a bit of a break.

As we headed up the shoulder of Dublin Mountain, nearing the end of the journey, we saw a sign that reminded me of a friend with whom I had had lunch the previous week who, upon hearing I was going to hike in Ireland, said ‘At least it will be a level walk because there are no mountains in Ireland.’

It was with mixed feelings that we approached the end of our journey. We hated to admit the amazing experience was ending, but our bodies (particularly the old man’s) were suggesting we take a bit of a rest.

One visual guide for us was the mountain above, which we saw repeatedly from different elevations and points of view. It is not all that far west of the Irish Sea and it looks like a great destination for a future trip.

We did not hike the entire length of the Wicklow Way; we did a bit more than half, 53 miles/85 km. At one point we passed a sign that marked the exact middle of the Wicklow Way.

All along the way are helpful trail markers. When in doubt, look for one of these signs:

To Wicklow walkers I suggest using a great map guide, such as the guide we were supplied by Hillwalk Tours as a supplement. Not every sign is very obviously visible (undergrowth expands, of course) but if you follow your progress on the map and know where to expect twists and turns, the maps plus the Wicklow posts are pretty much on the money. We grew to love that little yellow walker.

Finally, we came down and down and down and landed in Marley Park which, we noticed, adjoins a nice looking golf course, as seen on Google Earth below this picture of the Marley Park map:

Here are the topo and Google Earth tracks:

According to the MyGPS web site, the combined elevation gain for all three days was 12,342 feet. That kind of feels like more than it was. On the other hand, the Wicklow Way is (look at an elevation profile online if you choose) quite a bit of up and down and up and down.

One of the steepest sections was at Miner’s Way, which we did in the teeth of yet another tough wind and sideways rain. In fact, I was wearing my jacket around my waist and was in short sleeves during the worst of this stretch. I knew I should put on the jacket but it was so windy I was afraid if I tried to put it on it would blow away. So I just got cold and wet.

So it goes on the Wicklow Way.

Finally, this was without a doubt the greatest road experience of my life and, I believe I can say the same for Derek. We have no specific plans to do anything like this again, but we were idly speculating about a possible future trip to the west coast of Ireland, in the area of Dingle Town….

Unlike the first and third days of the hike, we were able to start our day under our own power on day two. We left Riverside B&B and re-traced our steps from the day before, up Green Road towards Glendalough. Derek took many pictures of this historic location and if I get some will post them.

After checking out Glendalough we got back on the Wicklow Way and, as we hiked up and up, looked back to see the Upper and Lower Lakes from above (see above photo).

The weather on day 2 was pretty much perfect all day, except for the bracingly energetic wind. And just like day 1, the world through which we walked was magical.

Here are our topo and Google Earth tracks from day 2, which landed us at Coolakay House, another outstanding B&B, in Enniskerry:

Speaking of the Coolakay B&B, after we settled in, Derek grabbed the Garmin and took a walk on the property – it includes a working sheep farm – to a nearby prominence from which he enjoyed a great view. I didn’t join him because, having done 19.5 miles that day and being 67 years old (we added mileage at the start of the day by detouring to Glendalough) I thought it best to sit back. Here is the Google Earth view of Coolakay and vicinity:

Another day of steep ascents, steep descents, moderate-to-level trail and roads – just a cornucopia of hiking experiences, truly a day to remember.

We had taken a taxi from the Crone Car park to the B&B and the same taxi brought us back the next morning so we could begin day three of our Wicklow walk.

Derek and I landed in Dublin on Monday afternoon, 9/2/19, took a bus to our hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon exploring Dublin. We must have walked (per Derek’s iPhone app) about 10 miles. A nice warm-up for the actual hike.

On Tuesday we took a train to the town of Rathdrum, gazing most of the way at the beautiful Irish Sea – we were heading south along the coast. When we got to Rathdrum we walked to our B&B, Stirabout Lane, an exceedingly charming little bed and breakfast (our favorite of the trip) and set the terms for the start of the hike on Wednesday.

Daphne, Stirabout’s terrific proprietor, drove us to Iron Bridge, our starting point. We found the Wicklow Way very easily and had a nice, steep stretch right away. We had gone about 2 miles or so when we ran into a detour, caused by logging operations in the area. (BTW, Daphne explained that the law in Ireland is that for every tree removed, a new one must be planted. Nice!)

We consulted our maps about how to proceed and Derek, always a stout navigator, found the way and we were back on the official trail in less than an hour.

It is difficult to describe just how marvelous the entire Wicklow experience was – Dublin, the B&B’s we enjoyed, the small towns, and of course the hike (or hill walk) itself. All I can do is post a few pictures (Derek took hundreds of photos and may share some later) and hit the highlights.

One highlight of day 1 was sharing the trail with sheep:

The flowers along the way were spectacular:

A continuing feature of the Wicklow Way, encountered in many places, was boardwalk:

At one point, I think on day 2, we were trudging uphill on a boardwalk, through a bog, with winds that I estimate to be steadily blowing in the range of 35 or 40 mph, the strongest continuous wind I have ever encountered. Staying out of the bog was a challenge and our pace slowed to a crawl.

We made 19 miles the first day, ending up in the village of Laragh, which is just on the edge of the famous Glendalough, where Jan and I stopped last year on our Rick Steves tour. The site of our B&B, Riverside B&B was a sight for sore feet:

Riverside was also a wonderful place to stay – nice room, great breakfast and our hosts were knowledgeable and friendly.

Below are images of our first day track, topo and Google Earth:

The photos and images above are very pale representations of the reality. On the ground in Ireland we enjoyed almost continuous beautiful views, and smells, and feelings. The most energetic weather, by far, was on day 1. It was windy and the fronts moved through in rapid succession.

It was raining when we started and I put on my rain pants and poncho. Nice protectors but they do trap heat. It wasn’t long before I ditched all of the weather gear and opted for the more streamlined approach, because, the weather being so changeable, if it was a problem right now it wouldn’t be in ten minutes.

We were staying right next door to Glendalough, with its famous old tower, other sacred buildings and graveyard. We were too beat when we arrived to hike back to Glendalough (about 2km away) but that’s where we started on Day 2.

In less than an hour I will be leaving the house and will go to SeaTac airport via bus and light rail to catch a plane to Dublin.

Derek and I are going to spend some time in Dublin and then hike (hill walk to use the local, Irish vernacular) for three days on the Wicklow Way, the Republic of Ireland’s longest trail (we only do a portion).

9/1 – flight to Dublin, land on 9/2.

9/2 – spend the night near the Connolly train station, see whatever sights we can in about a half day.

9/3 – train from Connolly to the town of Rathdrum, where we stay in our first Hillwalk Tours B&B.

9/4 – B&B personnel will drive us to Iron Bridge, the start of our Wicklow Way hill walk. We will walk to the vicinity of Glendalough, the town of Laragh, to stay in a B&B there.

9/5 – Get back on the Wicklow Way and walk to the town of Enniskerry, where we stay overnight.

9/6 – Again back on Wicklow Way and hike to the northern terminus of the Wicklow Way in Marlay Park, south Dublin.

9/7 – We are extending the trip an extra day by staying at our last Hillwalk Tours hotel.

9/8 – Check out of hotel, get to airport to fly back to Seattle.

More detail on our route:

https://www.hillwalktours.com/hiking-ireland/wicklow-mountains-5-day-challenging-hike

As always before an overseas trip I am a bit hyper and nervous, but Derek and I are both looking forward to what will almost certainly be an incredible journey.

I will be posting pics and info here when I get back.

Carl and I were going to do McClellan or Granite last week but it was raining so we did a shorter hike on Tiger Mountain. We met this morning at about 6:15 at our usual park and ride and headed east.

I was driving and I was concerned that eastbound exit 38 would still be closed – exit 42 is the exit for McClellan but we wanted to start the hike on the service road, NF9020, skipping the first, and rather boring, 1.5 miles (thereby clipping 3 miles off the hike round trip). Exit 38 was closed but I drove to exit 42, went over the freeway and headed back west and got off at exit 38 westbound. You come out right next to the Dirty Harry’s parking lot, so it was not a problem.

It is a bumpy, dusty trip up the old service roads but we made it to the right place (see track below) and were heading up the trail by 7am. It was a beautiful day and we started early enough to escape the worst of the heat. Plenty of views today:

The peak on the west in the distance is Change Peak and the criss-crossing white lines are the Great Wall and Olallie Bike trails.

Plenty of people scramble straight up that rock but not me – if you slip you die. Period. Falling down this peak is not a survivable experience and I, being an old man, am increasingly judicious in my choice of non-surivable experiences.

All in all a great hike on a great day.

Carl and I had an ambitious plan for today’s hike. We were going to do either McClellan Butte or Granite Mountain. Both of those hikes are challenging.

The weather forecast was for a dry morning and a wet afternoon so we met at the Park and Ride at 7am.

But it was already raining so we decided to downsize our ambitions. We hopped in the cars, headed two exits west on I-90 and parked at the Tiger Mountain High Point parking lot. From there it was a straightforward hike up and down the West Tiger #3 trail.

Even as we parked we thought we might extend the hike by hitting #2 and #1 (see track below) but when we hit the summit:

It was raining steadily so we just headed back down.

Still, it was a fun time and a good workout. I am going to try to get out this coming Sunday, and next Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday as a final prep for our Ireland trip. We leave on Sunday, September 1. Carl and I are tentatively planning something for Wednesday.

A picture of our track: