Stepping out from the car and onto the trail for this one I was struck by a very curious sensation - things were colorful! Greens, blues, browns, yellows, even reds. I felt like I'd walked into a Skittles commercial after so many monochromatic snow trips. Hoisting a light backpack and trodding along without gaiters or snowshoes gave an old, almost forgotten familiar feeling. My last trip without snow seems a distant memory. The crunch of dirt under boots felt great. After a quick dirt ball fight and a few mud-angels we had the euphoria worked out of our system and onward we went.
The skies were grayer than forecast and it was cooler than expected. I'd cleaned up my SLR to haul along for this one. Not too many big views so along the way I practiced my Quarktography (""Quark-tog-raff-ee"" N. photographing interesting small objects, usually plants and flowers, close to the ground and from odd angles.) We found some nice fiddle-heads, some wood violet, a few emerging bleeding heart, and I spotted my first trilium of the year. I was now convinced spring is here.
We paused for a look at Samish overlook, then headed up Max's shortcut towards Lily lake. It was chilly here so we kept our speed up to stay warm. In awhile we emerged at the junction near Lily lake. Our routefinding here began to unravel. We were following Karen Syke's Hike of the week directions and a map of Blanchard mountain. Her route description was for the opposite direction and the map seemed misleading, making us believe the route up was from the Talus cave trail. We bypassed the Lily lake turn off, later to regret it.
The Bat caves are reached after a very steep downhill section, then crossing a rickety bridge built on two small fallen trees. Someone helpfully scrawled ""cross at own risk"" into the first plank to boost our confidence. It seemed fairly sturdy and we made it. But at the bat caves we could clearly see our error looking up at the cliff towering over us. We didn't feel like backtracking though. I went a little further to peek into a cave before heading back. There's a warning sign here disclaiming pretty much everything under the sun that could happen including ""speleophobia"". It's not often I learn a new word on a hike.
We continued downhill and climbed onto a big rock with a nice view out towards the sound. By now the clouds had lifted and it was warming nicely. After a nice break we pushed on down the connector trail and again met the main trail for the final descent back to the car, and onward to tulips.
Oyster dome photos: http://www.pbase.com/billcat/oysterdome/
Tulip photos: http://www.pbase.com/billcaat/tulips2008/