When I walked into the cafe this morning to get my regular latte and some lunch for today's hike, my usual server commented on the fact that it is too bad that we didn't do our hike the day before, because it was sunny and beautiful. Not so much today: it started to rain last night and continued right on through the day. Even so, six of the hardiest Trailblazers showed up for our trip to Olsen Creek. Not everyone was happy to be going out on another drippy day, but we went anyway.
This is Olsen Creek, which we had to cross, but not here. We hiked on an old logging road for a bit before taking a very muddy and rather miserable trail to get to the creek where we could cross. The brush had grown up quite a lot, giving us what didn't look like much of a trail at all in places. If you had been there, you would have heard a lot of grumbling and misgivings that we were indeed on any trail at all. But Al didn't lead us astray. Here's a shot that gives an idea of how sketchy the trail was.
There really IS a trail under them, and Al is reconnoitering at this moment while we waited. We were all dressed in our rain gear, except for Mike, of course, who had folded up his umbrella for a while so he wouldn't have to wrestle with it as we climbed over and under lots of fallen trees. We finally crossed the creek and started uphill to get back to the logging road before heading home. Many spots of the road are in dire straits, making us realize that in time, the whole place will revert back to nature.
When we stopped for a quick lunch, we realized that the rain was not falling as heavy as it did last week, but we were hampered by even more muddy and treacherous spots underfoot. If not overhead, the rain gets you one way or the other. Sometimes we get lucky, but today, it was just one of those times when you are glad to be outdoors and not stuck inside. We knew that we had good rain gear and that we would be nice and warm and dry and glad we did it. Afterwards.
Just to give you an idea of wet and cold it was, Linda had put on her down coat underneath her raincoat when we had lunch, and both she and Ward are dressed for the downpour. Mike, as I've said before, doesn't seem to belong on the same hike, but there he is, if not dry at least he's happy. We covered more than eight miles with 1800 feet up and down before we made it back to the cars. Now it's time for me to enjoy my well-deserved glass of wine and settle in for the evening. Although I'm tired, no longer being wet and being out in the rain makes me feel very happy about life. Another hike under my belt!