For yet another trip up Townsend, the plan was to hike up with Faisel, Big Robin, and the very Mark, and to meet up with Cathy and Kojiiman at the top. To avoid the Independence Day throngs, we chose to go Thursday-Friday. The drive on Penny Creek Rd. to 27 to 190 (1 mile past 2760) was uneventful, except for a crossing doe, a juvenile deer, and a white-spotted fawn. The upper lot had places to spare.
The hike on #839 through firs and rhododendron (some pink in bloom) is still uphill, but we were entertained by another group of deer and the dizzying thoughts of hermit thrushes as we passed from forest to subalpine environs. The trail opens up near the falls, and the rocks are decorated with purple and white phlox, while meadows are filled with lupine, paintbrush, cow parsnip, tiger lily, and columbine. As others have reported, the big surprise was little or no snow. In the Windy Lakes basin, where there were huge banks of snow this time last year, no snow was to be seen. On the switchbacks above the Snowy Lakes Trail junction the story was the same, but of course, in that stretch eyes are drawn out to Hood Canal, Puget Sound, Rainier, Baker, and improving views of Snow Lake Basin.
We topped off on the south side of the ridge, set up near the two remaining snow patches in the vicinity, and ate lunch. After that, we took a spin on the ridge, where anemones, pussy toes, and phacelia joined the phlox, and the views were panoramic. In the late afternoon, Faisel, Big Robin and I traipsed down into pretty Snow Lakes basin. We returned after the heat of the day had eclipsed and the angle of light began casting shadows.
It was well into cocktail hour when Cathy and Kojiiman waved down to us from Townsend's south peak, and the party began shortly thereafter. We toasted Cathy's birthday to the Silver Creek, Copper Creek, and Dungeness canyons; to Constance, Warrior, the Ridge of Gargoyles, Baldy, the Graywolf crest, the Needles and more. A few mosquitoes and biting flies toasted with us. The sun set as a deep maroon band, and the three-quarters moon, stars, and city lights took stage. We celebrated till late.
Following coffee and breakfast, the pleasant trip down was punctuated by numerous ascending hikers, and dogs of all shapes. The parking lot was overflowing, and beer all-around helped us appreciate the uniqueness of our rendezvous on top. The weekend was looking to be pretty crowded on the mountain.