It must have been an April Fools joke. The calendar said ""spring"", but the bitterly cold wind that greeted us at the trailhead parking lot said ""winter."" At least the weather was better than at Snoqualmie Pass, where it was 29 F and snowing. Here, deep in the desert country east of the Cascades, blue skies prevailed, a soul-uplifting sight for our group of mossy, rain-soaked Seattle escapees.
Bright sun battled the cold air to a draw, so it wasn't such a bad day to hike. Spring was just getting going in the canyon. The trees were still bare, but the hillsides were greening up and buttercups provided splashes of color. We followed the canyon trail about four miles, to the third ford. Because of the heavy brush, high water in the creek, and basically non-existent trail beyond this point, we didn't feel like continuing farther. A gravel beach by the creek provided the perfect sunning spot for a long lunch break.