Decided to take a ride on the famously bad North Fork Snoqualmie River road in order to hike up Bare Mountain on this very warm, sunny day.
What Dude said to Dudette before the hike: ""It's basically a Mt. Si-type trail. Eight miles, roughly 3200 feet of elevation gain. No big deal.""
What Dude said to Dudette after the hike: ""Even though the distance and elevation are nearly identical to Mt. Si, Bare Mountain always seems so much tougher, and I always feel so much more tired!"" Well said.
Dude had done this hike before and warned Dudette of the large 'potholes' in the trail. Dudette psyched herself up for hours of craning her neck downward, looking for holes to avoid.
The trail started out nicely under forest cover, climbing up an old, rocky miner's trail. Had nice peek-a-boo views of some roaring Bear Creek waterfalls, off to the right. You really have to like a trail that still has roaring waterfalls in mid-August. Came to the crossing of Bear Creek, where a big log from the old, blown-out bridge still serves as a conduit for hikers from one side of the creek to the other. It was this lovely spot, Dude mentioned, that would be the perfect place for a refreshing after-hike dip. Dudette raised her eyebrows and continued on, not enamored with the idea of changing out of sweaty hiking clothes into a swimsuit, then getting back into the sweaty hiking clothes to finish the trip back to the trailhead, but not saying so to Dude. Dude read all this anyway in the raised eyebrows.
Shortly after the creek crossing, the entrance into the land of the famed giant brackens was made, and the search for giant potholes began. The brackens were indeed tall (up to Dude's neck and over Dudette's head), and there were indeed several gaping holes along the trail. But, Dude said, the brackens weren't nearly as tall, nor the trail as hole-y as when he had last been here, four years ago. True enough, the ferns were generally pushed out of the way easily enough with one's hands or trekking poles, and the holes were all easily stepped over.
As mentioned in ""100 Hikes in the Alpine Lakes,"" the trail does start switchbacking up the hill at the turnoff to the faint miner's trail. Really, though, it's just a good, steady, insistent climb - it doesn't let up much, but it's not too steep in any one place. Dudette's anal-retentive side kicked in, though, and she insists there are 56 (not 46) switchbacks from the miner's trail turnoff to the summit. Not that she counted or anything.
The last two miles up to the summit are largely exposed, so sunscreen and plenty of water are recommended for sunny days. The bugs were plentiful, so bug juice at this time of year wouldn't hurt, either.
The wildflower season was winding down, but there were still a few varieties to be seen: lupine, columbine, Columbia (tiger) lily, Gray's lovage, mountain daisy, and heather. Also had great views of Rainier, Baker and Glacier, among many others. The Olympics could be seen as well, though only faintly through the haze of Puget Sound.
As the midday sun beat down on the descent, the pool at Bear Creek was sounding better and better to Dudette, despite the whole sweaty-clothes issue. By the time the creek was reached, she gladly donned the swimsuit and waded into the cold, cold stream. By that time of the day, the pool and rock slab above it were in full afternoon sunlight. Have you ever gotten out of really cold water onto a really warm rock slab after a good hike? There's nothing else quite like it. Dude and Dudette agreed on this while sitting on said rock slab, as the feeling of needles stabbing their feet died away and the blood rushed back into their toes.
Dude says this is a perfect example of a good Northwest hike, because you get a little of everything: rocks, roots, good trail, holes, creek crossings, overgrown ferns, flat portions, steady climbs, open meadows, great views. About the only typical Northwest thing not seen on this trip was a big crowd. We didn't encounter anyone else all day.