SUNDAY, JANUARY 11,
1998 - MT. WASHINGTON The ground was frozen solid at home, so I couldn't plant trees on the property. Too bad! Gary had a pair of new snowshoes that needed breaking in also.....hmmmm...so off we went! We left Fall City around 9:30am knowing the east wind would be trying to knock us on our behinds - it was blowing a good 30-40 MPH right there at home. But a little wind and temperatures in the low 20s wasn't going to halt this long planned day. We headed out I-90 to exit 38 east of North Bend and parked up in the gravel lot that serves the east end of Ollalie State Park and Iron Horse State Park access. The snow was about 4-6"" deep here, but one will never know as the blasting winds howling out of the I-90 corridor simply was blowing the snow to the Olympics, I figured. After strategically parking the Yukon so that the back doors would be downwind and protected by the rest of the vehicle, we bravely jumped out and quickly began piling on the multiple layers of warmth to protect us for the trek up Mt. Washington. The starting elevation is around 1200' I estimate -- good directions for all of this can be found in ""Hiking the Mountains to Sound Greenway"" by Manning. Having the Gore-Tex on last for wind protection, snowshoes strapped on our packs, and chap stick plastered on the lips, we hiked on up. As advertised, the trail heads sound up off the Iron Horse State Park railroad grade walk about 500' past the junction of the trail that goes down to Twin Fall State Park. We headed off and up up up that first mile or so on nice firm snow. At the same time as when we left the RR grade, the snow started falling from above as well. By the time we reached the first fascinating wall of ice hanging off a cliff, it was snowing pigs 'n' chickens out. But we were out of the main winds by now and simply enjoyed things that much more! After going across the one creek crossing, we strapped on the snowshoes and continued on up the steepening trail. We continued on until we got to what appeared to be the Owl Hike Spot level area where things split into a couple of directions. Due to the heavy snow falling, the views didn't exist, and we figured this was a good turn around point after a brief break for water and food. Up here the snow was wonderful, dry, and 3-4' deep. After the necessary photos of Gary's frozen hair and my snow-plastered frozen wool cap, we had a blast heading down the steep slope in the deep snow - the snowshoes performed very well. Many photography delays later (due to remarkable ice formations on the cliffs due to the bitter cold previous week) we returned from our isolated trek back to the trailhead. By the time we removed the outer layers of clothing, removed the gaiters, the boots, and spent 30 seconds exposed just in our damp under-layers, we were ready for some HEAT! It was in the teens and the wind wasn't letting up. At this point in time, only one thing could warm us up: the infamous double-cardiac bacon cheese burger and fries/jo-jo potatoes at Scott's Dairy Freeze in North Bend. However, we just couldn't get ourselves to down a cold vanilla malt as we usually do. Guess we need to down two of them next time! After successfully accepting that mission, we headed on back home to long hot showers. It was a perfect winter day out enjoying solitude on a local mountain. Happy snowshoeing!