Run, folks – don’t walk - to this trailhead. It’s the PCT North trailhead off 20 at Rainy Pass. Wow, what a place! This rivals Maple Pass Loop and Mt. Dickerman for variety. The flowers are jammin’ on the lower meadows! Flower freaks would have freaked!
I don’t know who built this stretch of the PCT, but they did a fine job. The turnpikes look very, very old, and all but one still have a large “crown” of fill. The rock drainage structures brought a tear to my eye. As most of you know, all trails have a Mystery Structure. That’s when you’re thinking, “what IS this'…..and why is it here….'” This trail has a beaut, about a mile in. Go check it out.
I was greeted by a beautiful doe about 100 feet from the lonely trailhead. Soon afterwards, found myself in the prettiest meadow, amongst a riot of bloomin’ flowers, basking in the warm sun, releasing a sweet fragrance. Each turn of the trail had something different to show me - beautiful meadows, trees creaking and swaying in the wind, trees taking naps on the trail (tons of blowdown). Janet Putz, are you reading this' Hi! Visiting family in Cleveland sucks, don’t it'
There is no bridge at one of the creeks, and crossing it on a skinny rotten log at the edge of the drop was a little scary, but only a little wet. The bridge at Porcupine Ck is gone, and that crossing was not scary, but very wet. For what seemed to be a very long time, I stood there and thought about how best to cross this wide, deep, rushing thing. I soon got bored with the whole situation, and just waded across. It was easier. A more diligent person may have found a way upstream, but that prospect looked to be as much a pain in the ass as wading was.
Closer to the pass, stretches of the trail are a bit deteriorated, rutted, muddy. I had lunch overlooking a beautiful basin full of larches, meadowgrass, and pretty creeks. Here, there is a 180 degree view of snow-capped, golden-colored for which Washington Pass is loved. The other 180 degrees was a slope of wildflowers and larches, reaching up as far as I could see!
The trail is covered with snow just as it begins switchbacking up to the Pass. I followed someone elses’ kick-steps up to the Pass, which was covered in a wide, flat snowfield pink with mold. And what a view! Little islands of flat rock and larches dotted the huge expanse of snow at the top. There is a 360 degree view of mountains here – toward Washington Pass were Silver Star Peak, the tip of Liberty Bell, Dome Peak, and beyond. In the east are the snow-studded, golden-hued Sawtooth range – complete with thunderstorms and lightening passing over them. To the west, Cutthroat Peak, and many others (you can tell I don’t know the names of them). I lay down on a flat, warm rock and basked in the sun a while, listening to the wind scream through the bare larches. I was totally, completely alone, and between windgusts, it was so, so silent and wonderful!
Beyond the Pass, I could see the PCT kick-stepped into a steep snowfield clinging to the edge of this crazy, long mountain, making it’s way to Hart’s Pass. It looked scary as hell, but beautiful. The wind was picking up somethin’ fierce, and the steep snowfield didn’t look like it was something I wanted to attempt while alone – so I left – reluctantly!
I’m going to “bookmark” this one in my brain, and my friends can get sick of me saying “Cutthroat Pass” this, and “Cutthroat Pass” that. A little variety from “Maple Pass Loop” this, and “Maple Pass Loop” that, hey'