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Friday, January 1, 2016

Best of 2015

Here's the list for 2015:

1.              The Redwoods National and State Parks

My wife and I took a road trip down to the Redwoods. I haven't been there since the mid-90s, I think. This is a hard place to get to, unless you set out to go there, or want to do the 101. A simply  wonderful trip, and definitely one of my favorite memories from 2015. We camped in Jedediah Smith State Park, with a nice campfire each night. Note: no campfires allowed in WA and OR, due to a very bad fire season. We went to a campfire presentation by the ranger, where we learned all about the ecology of redwoods groves. We hiked redwoods trails, and of course, the redwoods are crazy big. BIG. We walked the beach at Crescent City, as I hunted for sand dollars. We drove through a tree for $5. I ran the Boy Scout Tree trail, which is like running through Star Wars’ Forests of Endor. I want to go back to the Redwoods, maybe with a backpack.


Boy Scout Tree Trail


2.              New York City and Central Park

Wilderness, this is not. Central Park though is one of the great parks of the world, and I've always wanted to spend time there, and in the Big Apple. I won tickets to the Global Citizen festival concert, featuring Pearl Jam, Coldplay, Beyonce, and Ed Sheeran, and so this was the year. We stayed in Brooklyn for a few nights, and then Manhattan.  The concert was in Central Park, on the Great Lawn. Later, I knocked out a morning run in Central Park. Central Park is amazing, as an oasis of nature in the middle of the concrete jungle. It’s creation and maintenance is a lesson in conservation and environmental ethics. We also managed a walk across the famous Brooklyn Bridge, visited the Bronx for a Yankees game, checked out Pete Davidson at the famous Caroline's Comedy Club, and rode the water-taxi all around the Harbor, including by the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. We got really good getting around town on the subway, which I find fascinating. The Pope was even in town. 


Nobel Peace Prize winner Malala, 
speaking at the Global Citizen Festival in Central Park


3.              Chinook Pass Loop

This was one of two Ultrapedestrian Wilderness Challenges I took on this year.  A 32 mile loop on an exceptionally hot day in July was a fool’s mission, but I’m just that kind of fool sometimes.  The loop starts at Chinook Pass by the Willam O. Douglas Wilderness down by Mt. Rainier, and has about a dozen miles on the PCT, before circling back to the start point via the Laughingwater Creek and Eastside trails.  I was a dead man walking on the Eastside Trail, and the final climb up out to Tipsoo Lake was a real grunt. But that morning, with the full moon high in the sky, wandering off along the PCT and kicking up deer, alongside full fields of blooming lupine—this was something really, really special. Thanks Ras and Kathy for putting this on my map. ( :


Pacific Crest Trail, near Chinook Pass, in July


Mount Rainier from Pacific Crest Trail


4.              Railroad Grade #1 and #2

I twice hiked up to Railroad Grade in the Mount Baker Wilderness with friend Dean and his good dog, The Dude. Ruth came once! The first hike was in February, which is downright bizarre, but there was just no snow last winter. The lack of snowpack was unreal. Railroad Grade is an access point to climbing Mount Baker, and usually doesn’t turn snow-free until summer. We also hiked Railroad Grade a few months later, and there must have been 150 people trying to summit Baker that day from the south. Always a good day on the trail with Dean, Ruth, and their dog, the Dude.


Railroad Grade, Mt. Baker Wilderness, in February 2015


Railroad Grade in June 2015


Mount Baker summit, viewed from Railroad Grade



Early in the year, several good friends decided to run the Seven Lakes Basin loop over in the Olympics by the Sol Duc hotsprings.  I bagged on the loop, which was a total mistake, as there was an 18 mile loop I know I could’ve managed in retrospect. Still, lemons to lemonade: after camping out the night with BJ, Mike, Rich, Dan, Justin and dogs, I headed over to the Elwha Valley to see the recently breached dam. The breach of the Elwha Dam is a big deal for the Olympic N.P.  They have been talking about doing this for 20 years, and conservation finally won out. The valley which was formerly a lake is now a recovering greenspace. I understand the salmon are already coming back. 100 pound Kings used to swim the Elwha, like the Kenai in Alaska. I hiked the trail into this valley, through a sea of stumps and grass type plants. Below, you can see the breached dam.


Breached Elwha Dam, from the drained basin


6.              Easy Pass to Thunder Creek

The Easy Pass to Thunder Creek journey is a favorite North Cascades run of mine. This year, I did it for my fifth time, as my second Ultrapedestrian Wilderness Challenge. The trail cuts through the heart of the North Cascades, through high alpine to river valley. The Fisher Creek valley below Easy Pass is one of my favorite places. I even met a few new friends by doing this as a Challenge, and hope to see them on the trail again this year. Scored some miles for WTA's Hike-A-Thon here too: 24, by my count. Notable: some excellent improvements to the trail, with new bridges over some previously sketchy creek crossings.


Easy Pass, right before a 20 mile descent
 through Fisher Creek and Thunder Creek valleys


Hoary Marmot, Fisher Creek Valley resident


7.              Baker Lake 50k

I made it back once again to my favorite 50k. 12th time now. My time was slower than ever, but that didn’t matter much. It was a terrific day on the trail, with the reflection of Mount Baker on the lake, shining like a mirror in a Disney film. Friend Stan asked my wife after the event, “What’s with the stick?” as I used a hiking stick all the way. It helps. Good memory of the encouragement from Tim at the half-way mark, and chatting afterwards with him, John, Kevin and a few other good friends. I like it quiet on the trail but I like to share about the experience afterwards. And the good finish line eats.


Mount Baker, reflected in Baker Lake, from Baker Lake trail




8.              Green Mountain Lookout

The Suiattle River area has been difficult to access for over a decade, due to road washouts. With the road recently fixed, I had to get a day in over there in the Glacier Park Wilderness. I chose to go to Green Mountain Lookout in the fall, which has been the subject of some controversy in the last few years. Its an interesting story that would make a good article, as a wilderness conservation non-profit challenged in federal court the U.S. Government’s use of helicopters to fly in materials to repair the lookout. As I recall, the group won in court, despite an outcry against their legal action, and then special legislation was passed in Congress.  Anyway, it’s a very reasonable hike that keeps getting higher and higher, until you’re at the Lookout, perched on something akin to the cliffs of Mordor.  The slopes below were full of red and green, declaring the fall season.


Hidden Peak Lookout in Glacier Peak Wilderness


9.              The Oregon Coast

Before we reached the Redwoods, we spent a few days on the Oregon Coast. This deserves a highlight of its own, and you know what I mean if you spent any time there.  One night in Lincoln City to spread the ashes of a friend.  Another night in Coos Bay, which always makes me think of Steve Prefontaine.  In between, the beach, the winding road, and views of haystacks and rolling surf, curve after curve.  I also tried the “world’s best clam chowder” in a few different places. On the way back, we cut over to Ashland and checked out the renowned Oregon Shakespeare Festival.


Sunset at Lincoln City, Oregon



I’ve been to Orcas Island in the San Juan Islands many, many times in my life. I’ve ran my share of Orcas 50ks and know Moran State Park pretty well.  I camped in the bunkhouse for my first time when I was 13 years old. Even my Dad knows the island—he likes to tell me the story of how he caught a big fish Camp Orkila, which had to be in the 1940s. Over the last few years, I have been hearing about Turtleback Mountain, which is on the ferry dock landing side of the island. I finally hiked and ran this wonderful flip side to the island, and It Was Good. 


View from Turtleback Mountain (Waldron Island, San Juan Island)

Other than these highlights, my training lagged. I wasn’t a regular runner, but I stayed somewhat  active. I managed a trip to Washington D.C., National Harbor, and Virginia, where I saw the folks, attended a conference, and came back from the Nationals game via a Potomac River boat. Lots of baseball this year:  two Nationals games, a Yankees game in the Bronx, a few Ms games in Seattle,  and an Everett Aquasox game. What can I say?--I like baseball.


Nationals Stadium

Concerts were incredible too this year, including right up front for a Mad Season/Temple of the Dog reunion show at Benaroya Hall, opening night for Sleater-Kinney’s reunion at the Showbox, and Pearl Jam in Central Park, along with other huge acts. We also made it to the Fifth Avenue Theater for the Sound of Music and the Seattle Opera a few times.


Temple of the Dog reunion, Benaroya Hall 
(Pictured, left to right: 
Mike McCready, Jeff Ament, Chris Cornell, Stone Gossard)


And then there’s the family events—weddings, get-togethers—a good year on this front, all around. So much more to say there, but I'll leave it be, except to say that this is wonderful. This past year I was also inspired by so many amazing accomplishments of friends. Really amazing. I am very fortunate for all the people in my life.

So here I am on the edge of 2016.  Metaphorically, I don't know if I'm looking up the hill or down the hill, but I expect good things are coming.


Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Redwoods National and State Parks



After the Oregon Coast, we continued on last week into northern California and the Redwoods National and State Parks. So, a bunch of trees pictures here. BIG trees. 

I haven't been to the Redwoods in many years. They are sort of out of the way--you either have to be taking the slow trip down the coast on the South 101, or head there with intent. In this case, the plan was for some August camping under some of the tallest trees in the world.

The Redwoods area is an interesting mix of conservation and preservation areas. There are the Redwoods National Parks, which are split up into several areas over a 100+ mile stretch.  There are national recreation areas. And then there is a system of California State Parks, such as Jedediah Smith State Park, Del Norte State Park, and Prairie Creek Woods State Park.  

Long ago, as a kid, I watched a film about Jedediah Smith. I was fascinated by the explorers.  Jedediah was a special one, even amongst the greats. Interestingly, he may never have actually traveled through the state park in his name. 

We were fortunate to find a camp site for a couple nights in the Mill Creek Campground, just south of Crescent City in the Del Norte State Park. This made for a great home base. Redwoods NP tip:  reservations are a good idea in August, but if you don't have them, campgrounds in the northern parks are more likely to have sites than those in the south.  Curiously, we were able to have a campsite fire, despite the fire troubles which prevailed throughout Oregon and Washington. We really enjoyed a campground program at Mill Creek, where we learned much about the redwoods.  The parks themselves are seeing double digit increases in visitors. I want to return to do the Coastal Trail, or part of it, sometime.

I got a short trail run in the first night, out to the Boy Scout Tree. Easy-peasy. The rangers said this tree would be the biggest in the world--in circumference I think--but for the fact that it was originally two trees. The trail itself--about 6 miles roundtrip--was quiet, like holy ground, with every turn showing another grove of huge trees.  There's a picture below of the Boy Scout Tree--pictures of redwoods need people or something to see the scale--but its a big one, for sure. The drive to the trailhead on the Howland Hills Road--a dirt road through redwoods--was incredible. Often, like driving under a herd of elephants' legs.

The next day we drove south to Prairie Creek State Park. We took the Newton B. Drury Scenic Parkway, and saw more of redwoods, including the Corkscrew Tree. We then went on the Big Tree Loop hike, which included the Cathedral Trail. 

Our southernmost point was Orick, where we bought a nice big salad bowl, made of redwood. It's a really nice piece of work. Good weather, no smoke, good times. 

On the day of departure from Mill Creek, I spent an hour wading in the surf of the Crescent City beach. Found four sand dollars. From there, we took the Hwy 199 along the Smith River to Grant's Pass and then Ashland. The Smith River pass drive is gorgeous, but the river is way down, and the smoke was everywhere. Last picture below. Thank you firefighters.

One final night in Ashland, where we attended the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, seeing the U.S. premiere of the a very popular Chinese play. I've always wanted to check out this Festival, and the play was terrific.

Here comes September!












Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Oregon Coast


Last week we did a road trip down Highway 101 on the Oregon Coast, all the way to the Redwoods National and State Parks in Northern California.

The Oregon Coast drive is a classic American highway, with views of the wild Pacific, coastal towns, and unending vistas. Much of Washington State and Oregon were sadly experiencing severe forest fires, but we fortunately escaped much of the smoke. The Oregon Coastline is marked by plenty of haystacks and rugged beaches.

Our first night we spent in Lincoln City with friends. Surfers were making the most of the surf, and there was plenty of sand. Cold water though. From there, it was Newport, with its sea lions, the Rogue brewery, gift shops and a slow afternoon. I tried out a few different clam chowders, all touted as the best of just about anywhere.  We ended up in Steve Prefontaine's hometown, Coos Bay, before heading to California the next day.