I took two days off work to do my first overnight backpack of the season at Flapjack Lakes. I had resolved to go to Flapjack Lakes a many months ago, back when it was one of the few backcountry backpacking destinations that had mostly melted out. Finding time to actually go proved troublesome, so it wasn't until now that I actually made it. Of course, now there are many other possibilites open, but I'd already decided on Flapjack, so thence I went.
I left home at around 8:00am, but had to stop at REI to pick out some new boots. I had bought new boots back in January, but after many, many uncomfortable miles in them, I finally gave up on them and exchanged them. Good move, I think. This stop, plus traffic, plus subsequent stops at Costco and Safeway for provisions, plus to drive to Staircase, plus stopping at the ranger station for a permit all added up to me hitting the trail just before 3pm. Speaking of permits, this is one of those heavily-used areas, and camping is limited. 50% of the permits can be reserved ahed of time, 50% are avaiable the day-of. I figured that on a Tuesday I could go the "walk-in" route, and fortunately, I was right.
After obtaining my permit, I parked the car, hoisted pack, and set off on the N. Fork Skokomish River Trail. The trail starts out on an old abandoned road, and the going was easy. There was a huge washout right at the beginning of the trail, but the trail has been rerouted. The downside of the retoure is that you are deprived of a great view up the Skokomish River Valley. The upside, of course, is that you don't fall into the river.
The trail works its way upvalley, gently gaining elevation. Occasional glipses of the river present themselves, but unless you drop down to one of the numberous camps, you never get a full view. The canopy thins considerably when you enter the area hit by the 1985 burn, thus allowing a good bit of sunshine to make its way down to the trail (yes, I was hiking on a sunny day). All in all, it makes for very pleasant, carefree walking.
In rather short order, my time along the Skokomish came to an end and it was time to get to work. Switchbacks begin immediately after the turn onto the Flapjack Lakes trail. The trail levels off in a mile, skirting the hillside to Madeline Creek. The bridge was on the losing side of an arguement with a falling tree, and was closed as a result. There is a detour down to a ford just below the bridge. The ford was running about 24". There was also a log/boulder hop route just below the ford. I went the log route. I made it across without getting a drop of water on my boots, but I have to admit that as I chivvied across the logs, the ford sure looked better.
After Madeleine creek, the trail becomes increasingly sttep and rocky. The last half-mile between the Black and White Lakes junction and the Flapjacks is particularly rough going. That was one of the longest half-miles I've hiked. Going up, I thought it just seemed tough because I was getting tired, but it seemed just as bad on the way down, so I have to conclude that it was in fact a tough bit of trail.
I made it to the lakes just before 6:30. The lakes were sparkling green in the late afternoon sun. I scouted all the campsites before selecting mine. The best spot I found was at the west end of the west lake, but sadly, there was already a tent set up there. I ended up taking a spot on the east lake, with great views of the lake and up to Mt. Cruiser. I set up camp, ate dinner, hung my food, and explored the lakeshore. There were a bunch of moquitoes up there, but there were easily deterred by a bit of DEET. I settled into my tent bag as the sun settled beyod the horizon, the evening still blissfully warm. The view out my tent door of craggy Mt. Cruiser standing high above the lake provided the perfect backdrop for a peaceful night's sleep.
I awoke at around 6:00am the next morning by 7:00 found myself engaged in the ritual camping meal of oatmeal and hot chocolate. While I ate, there seemed to be an endless stream of deer parading about the environs of my campsite. First a does and her two fawns, then another young doe, and later and older doe. One after another after another they just come tromping through, often within feet of me, stopping occasionally to munch on vegetation and whatnot. There's something about the Olympic National Park that causes the aminals inside to be oblivous to human activity.
After breakfast, I re-hung my food and headed up the trail to Gladys Divide. The trail was snow-free 75% of the way to the divide, and routfinding was easy thereafter...just follow the valley up! What an amazing place! The view of Gladys and Cruiser to either side, and the Skokomish Valley and south Olympics behind were breataking. From the divide, the a new world opened up. Here was a place too wild, too beautiful for mortal man. The valley below, the headwaters of the Hamma Hamma, Mt. Skokomish, the resonating crash of waterfalls...Eden itself spread out before my eyes.
I could have spent an entire day exploring the Gladys Divide area. But, as always, time was limted. I made my way back down the the lakes and broke camp. The way down was just as steep and rocky as it had been going up. Again, due to time limitations, I had to skip my hoped-for sidetrip to the Black and White Lakes. I recrossed Madeliene creek (once again over the logjam...had I learnt nothing?) and enjoyed lunch on the other side. Then down and back the the trail head, back to Hoodsport for the requisite stop at the Hoodpost Coffee Company for a scoop of the utterly amazing Olympic Mountain Ice Cream (the world's best, so fresh, so tasty), and then the long drive home.