As an introduction, we're members of WTA and we live in Seattle. Hiker Girl (HG, age 10) and Hiker Boy (HB, 12), while not the most experienced backcountry types, are in great physical shape and keep Hiker Dad (HD, age 50) and Hiker Mom (HM, age ??) on their toes trying to figure out ways to burn off amazing amounts of kid energy without triggering premature parental knee and hip replacements.
Lower Lena Lake was our first, and easiest, of three hikes on the Olympic Peninsula during the 4th of July week. The trail was in great shape (no snow anywhere), with lots of wildflowers - especially Bunchberry and Lupine - in bloom. We heard Lena Creek roaring downhill to the Hamma Hamma almost all the way up to the footbridge that is about a mile and a half from the trailhead. However, at the bridge the creek was totally underground. Sterling and Spring’s guidebook describes how an earthquake 1300 years ago buried the creek and that we would need to come back in wetter times of the year to see water flowing under the bridge.
Upon reaching the rock outcrop on the west shore of Lena Lake after another mile and a half or so, it was time for lunch and basking in the sun. All the way from the trailhead to the lunch stop the forest shaded the trail, making the roughly 8 percent 3 mile grade sweat-free on this warm day.
After lunch HB and HD explored further on up the trail to the log crossing (skinny but in great shape with a handrail) at the north end of the lake. There definitely was a good flow of water in Lena Creek coming in from Upper Lena Lake. HD was a little surprised that only one or two of the various campsites at this end of the lake were occupied this holiday week. After HB spent some time curling his toes in the lake muck at a microbeach a bit further towards the East Fork of Lena Creek, we headed back down to the trailhead. (It was a bit too cold for a swim, even on this hot day.) Time-wise, this nearly four hour hike was divided roughly in thirds: hike up to the lake, eat lunch and noodle a little further, hike back to the trailhead.
One interesting footnote to the hike was that someone earlier in the day (we’re ‘crack of noon’ hikers) had neatly transformed a couple dozen salal leaves by punching happy faces into them with the sharp end of a trekking pole and deposited them at regular intervals in the middle of the trail. We were duly impressed by the artistic nature of the hike.