Outdoor Life

Silver Star Mountain

On July 4, 2013 as I was working on my 30 peaks by 30, I climbed up Silver Star Mountain. It seemed like an appropriate choice for the holiday and I was happy to see that the flowers were in full bloom for the occasion. The hike is not difficult and from the summit you can see Mt Adams and Mt St Helens. But as nice as the summit is, this trail is all about the flowers. Get lost along the many trails that wander this mountain and see how many red, white and blue flowers you can find.

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Happy 4th of July!

Hikes Featured in this Post:
Silver Star Mountain

Road Trip

San Juan Island

The first time I saw the San Juan Islands I was gazing down on them from above. I was in college and the plane was descending into Vancouver, British Columbia where I would spend the week working on airplanes for my summer internship. It was my first time on the west coast and I didn’t know anything about these islands except that they were beautiful from a certain altitude at sunset. I snapped a photo and didn’t think about it until years later after I had moved to Seattle and learned of the islands from a guide book. Last year my dog and I spent a weekend on San Juan Island. It turned out to be a perfect spring getaway destination.

I drove from Seattle in the dark north to Anacortes and boarded the first ferry of the day. The iconic white and green boat chugged through the sunrise snaking around the archipelago comprised of hundreds of islands named by a Spanish explorer in 1791. Faraway mounds of land and second-growth douglas fir rise from the glassy water like the backs of orca whales which frequent these waters of the Salish Sea. The ferry lands at Friday Harbor, the largest town in all of the San Juans. Once a hub for the Hudson Bay Company with an abundance of salmon, it is now a sleepy and charming town of about 2000 residents with a great bookstore, Griffin Bay Bookstore, a whale museum and a tavern or two.

In the 1850’s as the boundary between the US and Great Britain was disputed, the two countries both occupied San Juan Island. The British set up camp on the northwest side and the US on the opposite southeast side. The dispute spawned the famous “pig war”, an international incident started when an American shot and killed a Hudson Bay pig when it was found rummaging through his garden. When the British threatened to arrest the man and evict all American settlers off the island, a backup army of 64 Americans was sent to the island. For months each side built up it’s military threat with battleships and all until the news finally reached Washington and common sense prevailed. The two countries would not go to war over a pig and ultimately 12 years after the border dispute, a treaty was signed by the US and Great Britain and the boundary was settled by a third party; Kaiser Wilhelm I of Germany, who decided the island belonged to the US.

We started our island exploration at English Camp. We first climbed above English Camp through the forest to the top of Young Hill. A short spur leads to an old cemetery surrounded by a white picket fence and purple shooting stars. The trail continues on to the summit of the hill with great views of the islands. Back at the trailhead we then headed toward English Camp still partly intact with barracks, a hospital and storehouse. Apple trees were just finishing their radiant white bloom as we headed toward a small loop trail to Bell Point. The San Juan Islands, located in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains has a sunnier and dryer climate than Seattle. This climate is perfect for growing apples and the island was once covered with orchards and known as Washington’s apple capital. Later Eastern Washington would claim this title when irrigation was introduced to it’s arid land.

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From English Camp we headed south along the western shores of the island to Lime Kiln Point State Park. A lovely lighthouse keeps watch over the waters that frequent ships and whales. We wandered and had lunch along the shoreline in the sunshine and greeted other tourists. We then moseyed our way to the southern tip of the island, to my favorite part: Mt Finlayson, Cattle Point and American Camp.

Wide open views and tall golden grass welcomed us on this very different part of the island. Deer grazed along the flanks of Mt Finlayson while Nali and I were scorched by the sun on the open trail. We squinted out to the lighthouse at Cattle Point then later drove down to it for a closer look and then continued on to American Camp. The camp is perched on a bluff overlooking the sea and the Olympic Mountains. This was the perfect place to end our wonderful trip with the culmination of history, prairie and lovely views.

More information about San Juan Island:

San Juan Island Trails Committee (with excellent trail maps!)

San Juan Island National Historic Park (English & American Camps)

San Juan Island Camping Information

51mtnNOTkAL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_Time Shadows and Tall Tales by Jack J. Crawford

Jack Crawford was a resident of Friday Harbor before he passed away in 2000 at the age of 78. The goal he had for this book was to collect the history and stories told about the island before the memories were gone. He succeeded in creating a fun and engaging read, not just about the historical importance of the island but also about what it was like to live on the island in the days before it became the touristy place it is now. We are lucky to have these stories, whether truthful tales or lore, as they are a delight to read.

 

 

 

 

Hikes Featured in this Post:

Young Hill and Bell Point

Lime Kiln State Park

Mt Finlayson

Cattle Point Lighthouse

Outdoor Life

Going it Alone

I’m not sure why, but hiking alone is so satisfying. Maybe it’s the shedding of insecurities. I don’t have to worry if my hiking partner is comfortable, if I chose a trail too steep or too easy or not scenic enough. I don’t have to feel insecure about my slow pace and frequent stops for water and photos. Or maybe it’s the feeling of independence that is so appealing, proving to myself that I can accomplish something completely on my own.

I haven’t always felt this way. When I first started hiking I would get nervous if my husband was far enough ahead of me to be just out of sight. I was easily distracted by noises and scared of snow or slide crossings. Then one beautiful sunny day in June I decided to leave work early and go for a hike on my own. I was really itching to get out in the mountains. My husband travels a lot for work and I just decided that I didn’t want to wait for him to go on a hike anymore. So I hiked on my own to Heather Lake, a trail that I had already been on twice before and was nearby and short. I felt confident and free as I climbed the switchbacks, but as I hit the early summer lingering snow I was hesitant. There were many footsteps as this is a very popular trail so I mustered up my courage and continued in the post-holed boot tracks of others. I made it to the lake and basked in the sunshine. I thought to myself, huh, this is pretty nice. Since then I’ve hiked hundreds of miles on my own or with my dog. I find that it fills me up when I feel emptied by the monotony of daily life.

This past summer I was hiking alone on Ptarmigan ridge, a trail near Mt Baker that never completely melts out in the summer and is lauded as a little dangerous in the guide books. There were only a few cars in the parking lot and I quickly passed a few people and didn’t see anymore ahead. I was happy to have the trail to myself. Then, after crossing some lingering snow fields (now more confidently), I noticed a woman hiking ahead of me. She was small and looked a bit older, fit and strong. I caught up to her and said hello, she greeted me back with a foreign accent. I thought, wow, she must be a lone traveller on some kind of pilgrimage. I think her accent sounded a bit Scottish, she probably spends her retirement days taking strolls in the Highlands while sipping coffee and journaling about her adventures around the world. My imagination goes on to make up an amazingly elaborate backstory for this woman.

I hiked another mile or so without seeing another soul. I came to a nice resting place before the trail steepened and seemed to disappear into the volcanic flanks of Mt Baker. I stopped and got out my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and gave my dog some water. Then I saw the woman again. She passed my resting place with a wave and continued on without slowing up the mountain on a trail I couldn’t see. Oh, I guess the trail keeps going, I thought. Well, I had to keep going on then. After finishing my sandwich I continued up the seriously steep and eroded trail and across more snowfields. By this point I was quite tired, hot and a little confused by the myriad of paths on the moonlike ridge. Then the woman was walking toward me with a smile and said it was beautiful at the end of the trail. It didn’t appear that she had broken a bit of sweat. I smiled back and said thanks. She was right, it was beautiful, and I had the whole place to myself. I wouldn’t have made it all the way up there if she hadn’t gone on ahead of me.

I’ve thought a lot about that woman since then. What was she doing up there? Why was she alone? What has she seen in her life? Was she a kickass world traveller with a purpose or was she in the wilderness just to remind herself she was still alive, to feel pure earth under her feet? Perhaps she went there to reflect on the loss of a loved one or to contemplate an illness or shortcoming of her own, to escape unpleasant realities in her life? I wish I had the courage to ask her these things.

There are lots of reasons why we hike alone. I love that I can hike alone to contemplate these reasons. I love that I have the confidence to hike up any mountain without restriction and have an amazing place all to myself. But as I congratulate myself on reaching a new destination, I also take time to reflect on those who made it possible for me to be exactly in that place at exactly that time. I am so thankful for those who broke the trail before me and for the women who led me to the top.

goingaloneGoing Alone edited by Susan Fox Rogers

This compilation of stories from inspiring women is sure to motivate anyone to try a solo journey. These women climb Half Dome, sail with sharks, hike the PCT, embark on a long distance backpack in Alaska with only a dog and bike solo in France fueled by adrenaline and thrills. They share their motivations and struggles on the way to becoming true adventurers.

 

 

 

 

Read more about my solo hiking adventures on the Outdoor Women’s Alliance website:

The Case for Females Hiking Solo

 

Hikes Featured in this Post (some trails I’ve enjoyed solo):

Ptarmigan Ridge, North Cascades, WA

Heather Lake, North Cascades, WA

Maple Pass, North Cascades, WA

Skyline Divide, North Cascades, WA

Lake Ingalls, Teanaway, WA