After checking at the Ranger Station after reading about the Hwy 542 being closed for the season past the Terminal Lake Mt. Baker ski lodge, and being told the unseasonable warm that accompanied the recent big rain storm melted all the snow that had fallen the previous week (snow level ~ 6,000 ft), we decided to risk the potential for more serious storms and hike the Goose Trail to Artist Point.
After parking at the nearly completely empty upper lot (turn right at the road closed gate), we decided to hike the Goose Trail rather than walk up the 4 miles of closed road. Even though the trail considerably shorten the hike, and we had to put up with high gust of winds of around 35-40 mph and the presence of worrisome overcast gray skies, it was absolutely worth it as we were treated to a rare and spectacular mix of lingering fall colors punctuating the grays of the winter settling on the surrounding mountains and hills.
As for those winds, they were chilling and strong enough to make hiking headlong into them tiring, but there were enough wind breaks sufficiently spaced throughout the entire trail to recover. In fact, it was so warm we both ended up peeling off a couple of layers to avoid getting overheated in the sheltered areas.
On the trail were some stubborn patches of snow that didn’t melt, but none big enough to obscure the trail or deep enough to need snow gear. That is, until we got to Artist Ridge. There the snow on the parking lot was sort of a slushy ice and actually presented the biggest danger for slipping - it was very easy to overlook the ice against the pavement of the same gray color.
After enjoying the terrific vista of Mt. Baker ans surrounding peaks, we were disappointed to find that while we could clearly see the trail along the base of Table Mountain, the trailhead was all but impossible to safely find, as there were no telltale tracks from any intrepid snow shoed hikers yet. So sadly we had little choice but to turn around and head back down. Back at the parking lot, we initially turned to go down the Bagley Lake trail, but the weather looked as it was going to stop cooperating, so we reluctantly headed for home. As it turned out, the rain never did come until much later that night although the wind blew continuously the entire time.
As far as hikes go, this was one of our shortest in both distance and time, but it was definitely one of the most memorable. I know that I not only took more pictures on this hike than any of the others before, but they are also much different than any of the others with the grays and muted whites, sharply contrasted with vivid reds, yellows, and greens. If the warm spell continues, try to get up there before the winter snows come back for good. Even if you still ahve to fight the winds, you won’t be sorry.