Craig and I went up and over Sourdough Mountain on
Saturday. It is a personal favorite for each of us. Part of the North Cascades National Park. Hard—over 5000 feet of
climbing in about 6 miles. The first
mile or two is really a grind. But at
about mile 3, you cross a mountain creek, the trees thin, and soon you’re on an
open mountainside, with wildflowers all around, and crisp views of the aquamarine
Diablo Lake, below. That's Diablo, above.
I like the workout. You know its going to be a huff. Everything feels earned, and then the payoff is worth the effort, especially on a clear day like we had.
On top, there are 360 degree views of the
North Cascades---the Picketts, Hozomeen and Desolation, Jack Mountain, Colonial,
and countless peaks I can’t name. Craig
could. He writes guidebooks and outdoors articles, and is really knowledgeable in all things trail. Check out his 100 Classic Hikes of Washington, which includes Sourdough. A beautiful book, among many he has written. So, besides chatting, he also pointed out a number of
things I didn’t know. E.g. Pierce Mountain
is not named after Franklin Pierce, but rather an early surveyor.
360 degrees doesn't really capture it. That's just two dimensions, this so much more. Unobsructed views says it a bit better.
360 degrees doesn't really capture it. That's just two dimensions, this so much more. Unobsructed views says it a bit better.
The day was perfect. HD skies for miles and miles. It
seems the snowfields melted earlier this year—disturbing, with all the news of climate change. On the day, I saw a marmot, a couple toads and a turkey.
We went down the Pierce Mountain side. I’ve done this once before. On a July in Saturday, we saw no one. No one. The Pierce Mountain campsite looked like a great place to spend a quiet night.
On the way down, we spied the Desolation Mountain
Lookout, far up Ross Lake, sun reflecting off its roof. The Pierce Mountain trail is a bit rough and overgrown, especially through a burn
section. It'd be tough after a recent rain. Most notable to me was the lack
of water—dry times, all the way back to the car. The beauty of going down this side was the slower pitch through open field of heather, with long
views. I expected to see a bear or two, but alas. Navigation wasn't an issue as cairns were well placed, but I had a bit more trouble once, when there was more snow. Once you reach the trees, the trail is readily identifiable, but before that, caution is warranted, as it wouldn't be too hard to drift away from the trail.
A whole loop can been done, but we opted to park a car
at Ross Dam, and one at Diablo, saving us the final 5 or 6 miles. We still had a well-earned 15 miles for the
day. My right foot wasn’t all that
cooperative, rolling as it does once or twice on the way down.
A magnificent day.