Decided today that I would go poke around on Silver Star Mountain and try to get up top despite the recent reports of snow and impassable trail. Got up there about 9:00am (I couldn't pass IHOP without stopping in, now could I?), grabbed the pack and poles and started on my way.
I suppose the snow AT the trailhead should have been my first clue.

I'd only gone about half mile before it started looking like this...but I could see several snowshoe tracks leading up and figured I would just follow those. Which set to follow was an entirely different question, as they all went in entirely different directions!

About another quarter mile in and a good 900 - 1000 feet of vertical and I still hadn't broken out onto the ridge that Jerry made it too in his report. Through the combination of very rainy, very cold, very low visibility and some very soaked boots I decided to meander back down.

But upon reaching the trailhead, I simply couldn't drive back down that 18 miles of rocky road wihtout having something to show for it. "I know! I'll go up Larch Mountain instead!" Across to the other trailhead and I was on my way up...again. Funny thing; about a mile into it and I was right back where I started...lost int he snow, unable to see above or ahead of me and now colder and wetter than before. Huh. Only difference was that this time I had gotten seperated from the faint prints and was just cruising solo without a map or a clue.

So back down I went, to start the gravelly drive back with my head hung in shame. But I was cheered up a little by this very appealing roadside stream on the way down!

It was shortly after arriving back in Washougal that I realized I was very close to the Gorge, and decided to save some face by heading for Hamilton Mountain. Things were getting even wetter by this point, but I figured I was approaching maximum absorbancy anyway. At least the trail wasn't under 3 feet of snow!

Rodney Falls was beautiful and raging. The trail however, was not doing as well. Turns out the only thing that could make my feet any more waterlogged was this mile stretch of trail.


I took the more moderate route up, saving the steeper route for my descent. One thing I love about the cloudy/drizzle days is that things usually seem more peaceful. Less people, less distractions, and a sense of calm in the woods...it was one of those days.

Once up top, it was apparent there would be no views; so down the switchbacks I went.

With nothing to look out at, I couldn't help but snap shots of some of the braver flowers...standing against the elements.



So all in all: two failed attempts, wet weather, a significant climb with no view, waterlogged feet, pants so muddy they are soaking in the bathtub, 4 hours of driving (caught in rush hour on the way back), and a tweaked knee. It is days like these, when the drive just to be OUT is so great and when nothing keeps the smile off your face that I remember why I love hiking!
-aaron
"Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." -Lao Tzu