Each year each
of my two boys gets a 'separate camping trip' alone with Daddy for a few days. This year Daniel, age 10, wanted to hike up Mt Daniel. His last trip up Mt Daniel was in his mother's womb 11 years ago. We left late. The Cathedral Peak trail is rough in spots from heavy traffic but the grade is gentle. We used headlamps for the last mile to Squaw Lake and set up camp under a big hemlock by the light of a hazy moon. In the morning we moved camp up to Peggy's Pond, making the traverse below Cathedral Rock rather carefully with our packs. It's a long way down to Deep Lake. After lunch we started up the SE ridge of Mt Daniel following a well-defined foot track NW from the outlet of Peggy's Pond. The clouds lifted to about 7000', giving us a beautiful view of Peggy's Pond, deep and blue, framed by green meadows and dark trees below the fog-shrouded crags of Cathedral Rock. On the way up to the clouds we had close encounters with yellow-jackets and with ptarmigan. We thanked God that we weren't stung and that we were able to pet the unusually tame birds. Above 7000' the ridge becomes narrow and craggy, in places only a few feet wide with cliffs on the right and steep rocky slopes on the left dropping into the fog. Our foot track continued upward, sometimes over crags and sometimes around them to the left or the right. At 7600' the track heads W off the ridge across a steep dirt and scree slope. I held Daniel's hand as we crossed the steepest part. The trail ended at a gentle snow slope which crested, according to the map, at the top of the Daniel glacier. All we could see was snow and fog and light rain. Above the snow slope we found a gentle rocky ridge which led NNW to a summit which had no register, then SW to another slightly higher crag, this one with a register. We entered our names. Daniel clung to the top of King County while I took pictures. Below him cliffs and gullies dissolved into the fog. Overhead the clouds parted for a moment to reveal glorious blue sky, then fog and rain closed in again. On the way down in the fog on the snowfield at the top of the Daniel glacier we somehow took a wrong turn. A steep snow finger dropping down to us between equally steep ledges didn't look familiar so I checked the compass. It indicated we were headed north, exactly the wrong direction. It didn't make sense, but the compass has a better sense of direction than I do, so we turned around. Within a few minutes we found where our tracks turned left when they should have turned right, and in another couple of minutes we found the trail back to the SE ridge. The foot-track along the ridge was more difficult to follow on the descent and a couple of times we found ourselves too far down on the W side of the ridge scrambling around on loose talus in the fog and gathering darkness. Peggy's Pond was barely visible in the fog by the time we reached the ptarmigan snowfield. We plotted our route down before darkness closed in and only needed headlamps for the last 500' of the descent to our camp. Daniel was too tired to celebrate our accomplishment; by the time I got supper cooked he was sound asleep.