My appetite for adventure increases and my appetite for food is simply forgotten about. Yeah, yeah, most of us go buy all these great foods to eat while we are camping, but I don't. I usually find stuff that is in my frig and plan for healthy meals that are easy to prepare or pack into the saddle bags. Best of all, I eat far less than I normally would and don't even notice.
This past weekend, I spend a couple nights and days just over the eastern side of the Cascades at a little trailhead called Fifes Peak with a couple of my best friends. The weather was cool, and mostly sunny - best thing was no mosquitos or flies.
Saddled up and ready to ride.
It was a steady climb along steep hillside,
the trail switched back frequently.
Fifes Peak was actually across a valley from us and the view between the trees got better and better the higher we climbed.
There was evidence of bear, a termite log must have made a breakfast bar.
Even Big was enjoying the scenery, or maybe he was just being cautious that the large rock wasn't really a bear.
As we neared the top, the trees showed signs of harsh weather.
This tree resembled the skeletal bones of a fallen dragon.
Root wads greying in the weather, this one shows a polish from the winds that whip over the hill top.
The trail is very close to the edge, it take a lot of courage for me to stay in the saddle. Big is very sure footed and has not made a wrong step. But there really is a lot of trust there as my heart pounds in my throat and I find myself holding my breath.
Finally reaching the top of the 2200 foot climb, it is the view shot. Yes, it was breathtaking. We rode on over the ridge top to a gradual decline into forested hillside intermingled with lush grassy meadows. Evidence of active elk was everywhere, but the only wildlife we saw was a large blue grouse who startled off the trail. We rode through an odd forest of burled pine trees.
Faces of burl
Bumps on a log
Burled pine totems
About 6 miles in we arrived at Sheepherder Lake. It was a beautiful deep blue green in color, but clear enough to see logs lying on the bottom of the lake. There was a nice little camp area and the lake is said to yield some nice sized trout, but we decided to head back and stop for lunch in one of the many meadows that we had passed.
Thank you for joining us on this journey, we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
Oh, my jacket still smells of campfire smoke - it is a wonderful smell isn't it.