The slide that had previously blocked the road is now cleared, and there is access all the way to the trailhead. The road is in great shape for the first 5 miles, and then pretty potholed for the last two.
The Loki dog and I decided to upgrade our afternoon dog walk to the Real Woods, and having placed a roast in the oven had a few hours to kill. The parking lot was full when we got there late Saturday afternoon, but most were evidently camping higher up as we only passed a few parties coming out as we were walking in, all Glacier Peak climbers looking exhausted and having earned the beers to come. On a far less serious mission, Loki and I meandered among the big trees, lush greenery, and occasional overachiever wildflowers that found a bit of sunlight in which to sprout.
The trail is in great shape, and the occasional stream crossings so dreamy I wish they were all like this: big, flat, stable rocks placed an easy step apart across each. Whoever made that happen is a good soul.
Dusk was falling when we turned around a mile or so after the intersection with the Pilot Ridge trail (so we'd gone about 3 miles in), and having that lush, woodsy trail to ourselves on the walk out, I'd wished I hadn't watched the Animal Planet show a few days ago of people recounting their bear maulings. As is, the bears are evidently smarter than to sniff around here (climbers being too chewy), and this was an excellent spot for a bit of woodsy immersion. We'll be back to see the rest of the trail and the peaky show up above another time.
The woods were lovely, dark and deep,
But we had braising beefs to reap
And miles to go before we eat,
And miles to go before we eat.