For several years now, Princess has been bugging me, the ole goat, to take her to Rachel Lake. I admit, there's got to be something special to share your name with a lake; ahh, umm. She didn't want me to mention her name. Uhh ohh, I just hope she doesn't read this trip report, or I better learn to duck. Well, what's a father supposed to do when his Princess makes a request, especially when it has to with hiking. You answer her request, after all, no matter how old they are, when they turn into your adults and I'm old and gray. Uhh, wait a moment; I am old and gray. Well she will always be my Princess. So it was off to Rachel, or should I say Princess Lake.
We arrived at the trailhead around 9:00 PM Friday night and spent the night in the parking lot in order to get an early start in the morning. On the trail bey 8:00 AM, could've started earlier but I found it hard to drag myself out of the mummy bag. Remember, I'm old and gray. After Princess posed for a picture at the trailhead we started up the dustly trail. For a short mile the trail climbs up before leveling off along Box Canyon Creek. We stopped where the trail passed close by the creek to admire the potholed slabs, before continuing on through old growth timber and occasional avalanche swaths. After aprox. 2.5 miles the trail bgan to climb steeply up. Spur trails trailed off continuously, causing us to stop while the Trailmaster and I would go off in different directions to find the right trail. After some steep climbing, where the trail climbs over rocks, roots and logs, the trail passed by a small waterfall where we stopped for a welcome water break. Continuing upward, the trail once more climbed over rocks and roots, crossed over some slabs before a final root covered climb to Rachel Lake.
We first took some mandatory pictures of the lake, with Princess in them of course, before turning to the left where we soon set up on a rock jutting out into the clear deep blue waters of the lake. Here we ate some lunch, which was a drawn out affair as we, being the Trailmaster, Princess, Me Lady and I, spent a good part of the time fishing. Which, well, lets say, we've all had better luck. There was a hatch of insects on the water for the previous few days, according to a few other fishermen, and the fish were engorged on flies. Fairly big fish for an alpine lake, up to 13 inches, but well fed and very picky eaters.
After an hour and a half of not even a strike, the Trailmaster was taking a nap in the sun, and both the Little Lady and Princess were doing a crossword puzzle. Me lady and I decided a trip up to Lila Lakes sounded good. At first the others really didn't feel like more hiking, and after the first 1/2 mile, very steep, rocky and dry. They weren't any happier and were about to sacrifice this ole goat. I was saved by the delicious blue huckleberries that were found along the trail and the fantastic views down to Rachel Lake. At a saddle, above the lake there is a trail junction, the left fork goes to Rampart Lakes. We took the right fork that takes one to Alta Mountain and Lila Lakes. From the junction, the trail winds through meadows of heather and huckleberries, talus slopes and clumps of mountain hemlock. A short climbing traverse across a talus slope leads one to another saddle, where a turn to the right leads one to a view overlooking the little Lila Lakes and Hibox Mountain. ""Wow!"" Seemed to be the one word that was on everyones lips.
Once again we took the mandatory pictures of the little lakes, then made our way down, grabbing handfuls of huckleberries in the process. The largest of the two has a small island with some small hemlocks growing on it. We went over to the smaller one and had it all to ourselves for the afternoon. I made a few casts into the lake with my spiining rod, just to say I fished there, then we all went in for a dip. We were surprised that the water wasn't all that cold, quite refreshing really. We all agreed that it would be a good place to spend a couple of days and that we'd return to do just that some day.
By now it was 3:00 PM, and sadly it was time to go. That was then that I discovered that the sole of my hiking boot had split down the middle and that I was going to hobble down the trail practically barefoot. We made our way back out of the basin, always grabing huckleberries, then through the meadows. And what can I say, huckleberries and huckleberries. And they weren't even all ripe yet. Umm, we definitely need to return! As we were nearly out of water, we stopped at the waterfall below Rachel Lake to tank up on water and a snack before heading on down the trail. We arrived back down at the trailhead around 7:00 PM after a full day.
On the way home, between North Bend and Snoqualmie, on Hwy 202, we saw a herd of at least 80 elk. Princess said there had to be at least hundred. A perfect end to the day.
As far as the trail goes. It was rough, badly eroded. Watch the trail carefully, look for branches across spur trails and avoid them. There are several blowdown, most of which are easily stepped over, except for one, which has to be crawled under.