Well, David and I made it to the upper Mt. Townsend trailhead (#839) in his Mini Cooper, which has a clearance of about five inches, providing a testamonial that Forest Service road 27 and even 190 are in good shape. Since we were hiking on weekdays, we only saw about twenty day hikers, and no one besides us was camped on top. This option soon will be more difficult when the last few snow drifts melt.
After setting up on top, I took a side trip (#842) down to the Silver Creek Canyon, but didn’t make it to Silver Lake because all the flowers were conspiring to distract me. Bursts of spreading phlox were everywhere, but lots of others were out in force: rhododendron, foxglove, glacier lily, strawberry, penstemon, yellow violet, lupine, columbine, red paintbrush, yellow monkeyflower, chocolate lily, thistle, anemone, owl clover, silky phacelia, and purple mountain saxifrage. Even the dandelions were cheerful and bright. I thought I had a long list until I ran into a photographer, Allen Robinson, who’s almost finished photoing the mountain’s 210 flower species.
Although the days were hazy, the air cleared a bit in the evening, as we enjoyed our iced daiquiris and the setting sun. Dusk crept up the Silver Creek, Copper Creek and Dungeness canyons; Constance, the Needles, and the Greywolf range turned pink; and lights began to glow across Hood Canal, in Port Angeles, and North to Victoria. After dinner, I rambled locally up and down the ridge till midnight, so as to ensure a welcoming committee for each star’s arrival.
After breakfast, we took another spin along the ridge before heading down. It was muggy, but everyone we met seemed happy and content, as though they were traveling the paths to heaven.