The road less traveled: In spite of the sign where FS road 12 intersects Baker Lake Road which says the road is closed, FS road 1230, which has been having some maintenance work scheduled to be completed by August 15 (according to the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest web site) was wide open, perhaps because this was a Friday. My friends and I got to the totally empty parking lot and trailhead about 10:00 a.m. in the fog. We were happy to see a privy of relatively recent vintage sitting at one edge.
Since Dock Butte was the main destination for the day, we hiked that trail first. The first part of the trail is rough, with giant steps up and many rocks on the path. As we gained altitude the way opened up and the trail was better with only occasional rocky, narrow places. The misty light fog remained, leaving us to only imagine what the peaks and valleys out there might look like. There were many different kinds of flowers blooming and plants of all different shades of green along the way, from heather to tall conifers ghostly in the mist. It was very peaceful and quiet. We started to see random patches of snow here and there, none of which was on the trail except a step or two.
Where the trail diverges we chose the long switchback route because the snow was mostly gone and it looked easier. The trail is quite narrow along there, but quite open to stunning views if it had been clear. We still harbored a hope that the thin fog would burn off in a timely manner and we would be rewarded for our efforts. We even saw our shadows once. At last we reached the last ascent and clambered up, no mean feat for women at our time of life. The top of the world and lost in cloud.
We descended by the other, more direct route. As we continued down the trail, the mists gradually started clearing. Mt. Baker teased with tantalizing glimpses, but never got close to revealing her full beauty. We were delighted to find a few blueberries. As it got warmer, there were a few bugs, but not much of a bother.
I chose this trail for the “knock your wool socks off” views promised in the guide book. Sadly, my wool socks stayed firmly in place. If you crave solitude, this is your hike.
We also took the short side trip to Blue Lake, having been enchanted with the peek-a-boo views of it from above. This trail was in good condition, although there was what almost seemed to be a logging operation near a bridge, and a climb over a sawdust covered pile of snow. The only other people we saw were leaving the Blue Lake trail as we approached it, and another party arriving at the parking lot as we left.