Stolen bike

I normally kept it in my bedroom



My neighbor taking it for a test ride



without the water bottle and before the right pedal cracked



This shifter does not normally come on this bike 

Stock Photo

Someone stole my bicycle yesterday. I was going to take it in the Mountains for the first time today. 14" kona blast black frame, grip shifters, broken right pedal. Stolen from Shelton.

I was going to take it into the mountains and when I went to put it in my car it was gone. I was too depressed to go hiking after that.

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My new camera came.  It is big and heavy.  I hope I did not make a mistake in getting such a big camera to take hiking.  I also hope that it can tolerate rain as well as my old camera.

It is a Nikon D90 with a kit lens.

The old and the new. When I started this blog I was using a cannon powershot a400 or something like that. It was a lemon. Most of the pictures on this blog have been taken with the point and shoot Kodak camera on the left. On the right is my new camera.

Dry Creek Trail

 


It appears that the road to Staircase FS-23 is going to stay open this winter. If memory serves me correctly, last year they closed it on November first. I planned to take it a bit easy on this hike after just recovering from the flu but this trail tricked me again. I thought it was going to be 12 miles RT but it was 14.71 according to my GPS(r).

Because the bridge over the river washed away, the trail now starts at the far end of the causeway; only homeowners get the key to the new bridge's gate. The trail follows a road and runs a gauntlet of no trespassing signs for 1.5 miles. After that the trail follows an old logging road with HUGE old growth stumps on each side for about 4 miles. I was surprised to find no trespassing signs past the forest service boundary. It looks like all of the Lake shore is private property, including the old public campsite. I was very tempted to give the Edward Abbey treatment to all of those ugly signs.



Both ends of this trail that once connected the North and South Fork Skokomish trail have been destroyed by logging, but the ridge in the middle is nice. This trail does not see much use as it does not lead to the high country, it is mostly logged and you now have to walk ½ of a mile just to get to the trail head. I worry that this trail will disappear if it does not get some TLC very soon. There were a lot of blow downs and the trail is muddy and overgrown in a few spots.

About a mile after crossing dry creek the logging scars disappear and you are on a lovely isolated little ridge. I hiked up the ridge campsite and had a little fire. Then I left my lunch near the fire coals to stay warm as I headed for what my GPS said was the top of the trail but the waypoint is wrong I’m not sure if I have yet been to the top of this trail. I’ll have to go back. I did go far enough to see the logging scars on the other end.



Walking across the causeway



These trees were cut before the river was damned to form Lake Cushman



The river level is low; the Skokomish tribe finally won and got the city of Tacoma to stop draining the South Fork dry every summer. See the way these logs have been placed?



Mount Rose and stumps. I think that is Dow Mountain in the background


Waterfall near the lake shore







Dog log fire



Logging roads and logging scars mark the entrance to the South Fork Skokomish Drainage

Then I went back to my fire to find that my lunch bowl had melted. Oh well, I had plenty of food. So I gave my lunch to my dog. I was rather manic at this point and I decided to stay by my little fire for so long that I knew I would be hiking out in the dark. It rained just a little bit on this hike but the weather was warmer than I expected.

The end of the trail is so ugly that there would be nothing to miss by hiking it in the dark and I had two sources of light with me. I decided to give myself just enough time to make it to the river crossing before dark.

1.5 hours before sunset and 7 miles from the trail head.

 

I hiked in the dark without my head lamp until about 50 minutes after sunset. Then I turned on my lamp for the rest of the hike out. In total I think I hiked for 3 miles in the dark.

 

I tried to do some night time photography like I did no my Ellinor Sunrise hike but it did not work out so well with my point and shoot on Mount Ellinor I had a fancy DSLR.  This hike will be my last hike with my point and shoot.  I ordered a fancy DSLR for myself a few days ago and it should be here in time for my next hike.

 

 

 

 

 

I want to know who Kristin Delaney is and why she died on this trail in 1986.  Her cross is on the trail. Normally I am offended by memorials on trails but since this girl died right on this spot, I think it is ok for her memorial to be there. Her cross is broken now; it was not broken the last time I was up there. I found it upside down but  I replaced in an upright position.  I think her cross was broken on purpose.  I may just go see if I can get a copy of her death certificate since Google is giving me no answers and I have been wondering about her death since I first saw her cross in 2005.

 

Here is what the cross looked like on my first trip of this trail in December of 2005

Patches sees water, Patches jumps in.  Silly dog!

 

This mushroom smelled like a really sweet pastry

Same waterfall but after dark

 

I saw a few chanterelles and lot of russulas but not else of much interest mushroom wise.  I did not pick anything.

 

I had complete solitude for the entire duration of my hike and I took full  advantage of it. 

14.71 miles

2,600 feet elevation gain

First hike in my new waterproof boots.  Having dry feet was very nice!

Other times I have blogged this trail

Dec 2005

Oct. 2007

 

 

 

 

One author says this stream crossing is dangerous.  I disagree.  This is the biggest I have ever seen dry creek and crossing was easy.   These pictures are blurry because it was getting dark, but I still think this is a fun series.

 

Nothing scary about this

 

 

Dog getting read to cross dry creek ahead of me

There She goes!

Made it to the first rock

 

Getting ready to launch of first rock

 

Having second thoughts

 

Going for it

 

Oh girl! This creek is pulling her down she may have to ford in a different spot.

 

Almost made it, she's a good strong swimmer

 

Just about there

 

 

I made it!  What are YOU still doing over there?

 

 

Now we are both on the other side

 

 

 

Mushrooms?

I'm just not very excited about mushrooms this year. Maybe it's because I'm so busy with school and my kids and the flu. Not getting into the mushroom class I have been waiting three years to take has not helped.

I still have not been to my chanty spot or my king bolete spot. I think next weekend will be about my last chance to go for kings this year. I have checked three of my matsutake sites but I have not found any.


A nice crop of honey mushrooms came up in my back yard and we devoured them. I did not even see them or think to look for them out there, but my daughter found them and picked them.

Mount Muller aborted

My class went to La Push to share a meal and take part in a drum circle with the Quileute nation. It was a very enjoyable trip. I was very impressed by the wolf and raven dace. After the trip was over I went camping at Mora and I planned on doing to Mount Muller trail the next day.

Mora is a nice campground in Olympic National Park, but due to fishermen on the Quileute River, it's not very peaceful this time of year. Fishermen run their motor boats all day and all night, driving salmon into nets. I'm amazed they have any salmon run left on that river. I did not sleep very well with all the boat noise and when I woke up I felt ill. Then later in the morning loud fighter jets added to the noise. What a shame, Mora is a beautiful place but the all the noise detracts from the beauty.

If I stay there again in the fall I'm going to stay in the loop that is away from the river even though I like being able to look out of the river.

I really wanted to go hiking on Mount Muller, but I listened to my body and drove home instead. I made the right choice. I had to stop and rest twice on the way home because I was too ill to drive. I have the flu. I have a high fever and a sore throat.

When I got home I found out that my husband and my youngest daughter also had the flu. My house was an absolute pig style, but I was too sick to do anything about it. Luckily my oldest daughter is well so she helped me to clean up the house.

I had to skip class today. I've been at Evergreen for six quarters and this is the first day of class that I have ever skipped. I hope that I will be well enough to go to class on Thursday.

I talked to a Quileute elder who knew of the woman who used to travel across the Olympic Mountains with her family every summer. Recently basket work has been found under permanent snow fields near hurricane ridge. O’Neil and the Press expedition were not the first to explore the Olympics. The Skokomish tribe would travel to sundown pass each fall to have marriages and potlatches. It’s just plain wrong to say the Europeans were the first people to explore the Olympic Mountains.