The previous attempt was a bit of a slog. This time we made it past the start (trail head)
The view across to Green Mountain
Lunch spot: the snow was approx. 12 feet deep here
Going up was tough…
…coming down was fun
Eventually the “High Point” which observant readers will note is not the “summit”. Yup, Pilchuck wins again
What happens when the snow runs out?
Now that the rickrolling meme is dying down, F has started his own version…
Fresh Frinton air is enough to send anyone to snooze-land.
Big and old (~500 years), but not as big or old as the one we saw last summer.
If you’re lost, you can tell which way is North because moss grows on that side of trees (assuming you’re not so lost that you’re no longer in the northern hemisphere).
Except when it doesn’t, in places like the Hoh Rain Forest.
The boys now appreciate why it’s called a rain forest, and not, for example, a drizzle wood.
We hit Sol Duc for a dip in the hot springs……with a variety of interesting characters. Unfortunately it was too steamy to capture on film (or CCD, or CMOS).
After a quick stop at the ranger station to assess conditions
We hiked up the closed road towards Sol Duc falls
Unfortunately snow obscured the trail making route finding impossible so,
after a quick stop to find the sweets that F had hidden in the snow,
dejectedly, we headed back to the cabin.
First stop on the spring break adventure: Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic National Park.
Good news was that the road was open, not so good news was that we didn’t break out of the cloud so we had to play in the snow rather than admire the views
(I don’t think anyone else minded though).
The boys discovered some snow holes to play in while a nervous dad stood ready with an avalanche shovel…
F later put it to better use by turning the tables on his big brother.
We also managed a bit of sledding without a sledge.
and I even got to wear my new specs…
…which embarrassed F so much that he buried his head in the snow.