In spite of the heavy clouds we encountered on the way east, the mountain finally broke out before we got to Ashford. After picking up our permit at the WIC, we headed back to the trailhead and started up the road at about 12:30. Fortunately, there is occasional shade along the way or we might have melted. The stretch where Tahoma Creek has washed out the road is amazing. I can see why the park has decided to abandon maintaining it for visitors.
We fairly quickly made it up to Round Pass. Having forgotten our map in the car (We're taking a road and one trail. What could go wrong?) and not seeing a trail sign on the west side of the road, we pushed on down the north side of the pass. We did see a trail sign on the east side of the road, but nothing denoting which trail or where it lead to. We thought we'd gone too far, but we didn't want to turn around before we'd arrived and it seems to be our habit to initially go past a place we are trying to find for the first time. After crossing the S. Puyallup, we came across a park vehicle heading back out and asked we'd gone too far. It really wasn't the answer we wanted, but back up to the pass we began trudging.
After a few minutes, we came across another couple, kitted for a day hike, who also had missed the Lake George trailhead. Okay, it wasn't just us. When we finally got to the top of the pass, we found the trail, hidden from the road by a group of tents put up by an SCA crew. When we'd hit the pass the first time, we hesitated, but not being the sort of folks who just tromp through another's camp site, we didn't go looking. There also wasn't a sign on the road indicating a trailhead. We assumed that this wasn't the trailhead, thinking that you don't pitch a tent in front of a trail entrance. And as they say about people who assume...
Oh, and the sign on the opposite side of the road? Hitting the pass from the north, we could just make out in the grass a sign for trail distances. If the park is going to put signs at near ground level, they should remember to frequently brush around them.
So up we go toward Lake George. Nothing makes you appreciate a well built trail the way working on a crew does (and if you haven't volunteed for a WTA crew, you should). This is a nicely built trail in good shape. It could use a little brushing in places, but overall is in very good shape. A few short sections of roots and rocks, but nothing bad. The closer we get to LG, the more we encounter the flying vampires. Because of our extra mileage, it's now late in the afternoon and they are coming out in force. No gang biting yet, but almost. Upon arriving at the lake, we discovered the campsites (all five of them) empty. We had the place to ourselves. Oh the joy of being able to go on a weekday. Now if only I could go in September or October.
After picking a site and setting up camp, we walked around a bit. There's a good shelter with lots of room, facing the lake. The pit toilets didn't smell like I feared they might, given the temperatures, but they are a bit cramped inside. The lake had your typical clouds of vampires.
Now we head up to the final objective of the day, Gobblers Knob. The trail gradually narrows and becomes rocky. Between LG and the trail junction for GK and the park boundary, there are patches of snow and soggy ground. More vampires! The patches of snow are small and you can always see the trail on the other side. There are a couple of small blowdowns in this section, one that you can easily step over and another that you have to go under. After the trail junction, there is one more tree down across a switchback, so you have to go under it twice.
The view from the lookout is amazing. After eating our dinner, we hung out for about an hour, just enjoying the views. Rainier commands most of our attention, but I can't help wondering what it would have been like to be in the lookout on the morning St. Helens erupted with the blast roughly headed towards you? Probably would have soiled myself, I'm afraid to say.
Time to head back down the trail and to the tent before dark. In spite of the heat, detour and the growing number of welts, it's been a good day. We've seen the power of a flooding creek, uncountable avalanche lillies with the occasional paintbrush, and those glorious views of my favorite mountain.
The next morning we are up early and heading back to the car. Before leaving for home we wanted to spend some time at (in?) Paradise. This day the mountain was socked in, but the change in temperature was refreshing and it kept our focus on the flora around us. It's either a late bloom or we missed the peak because there wasn't nearly as much color as I had expected. Got some good shots of a hummingbird feeding on the paintbrush.
After lunch at the Inn, it was time to head home. I'd like to get back up and try this hike again later in the year when the weather is cooler. I can't think of a better overnight trip for when you don't have a lot of time.