We headed out despite the rain, hoping for a clearing later in the day. By the time we reached the trailhead at 10 a.m., the sun was out, and it never rained again the whole day. There were only five other cars at the trailhead, and we assumed (falsely, as it turned out), that the weather had scared away the holiday hikers). The trail is in great shape all the way. I was surprised to find quite a few wildflowers remaining, even if they looked a bit ragged.
From the summit, the entire west view was blocked by thick clouds--it was as if the rest of the Olympics didn't exist. The east view was better, for occasionally, the wind blew clouds away and there were glimpses of the Hood Canal. The wind was strong and it was VERY cold. It felt like November. We were up on Townsend in July on a gorgeous day, having climbed up from the Little Quilcene trailhead. Then the view was crystal clear. So, we weren't as disappointed as I suspect many of the other hikers who came later, who were hiking Mt. And come they did. We left the summit at 1 p.m., after eating our lunch huddled under rocks on the east side. Suddenly, streams of hikers were arriving. When we got back to the car, the lot was completely full and there were cars parked a long way up the narrow road.