Amidst visitors, jaunts to San Diego, A Midsummer Night’s Dream performed in a “black rock amphitheatre,” fresh Frazier River sockeye at a “Happy Little Farm Party,” more home-grown produce than two people could possible consume (yes, zucchini and peas and beans, I’m talking about you) and soaking up as much Washington sun as humanly possible, N and I found a week to get away from it all.
It only took us two hours, but the drive ended where the trail began, the start of what we both consider the most epic backpacking trip we’ve ever taken–beating out even NZ, says N. These smiles should say it all:
And because words nor photos could do the trip justice, I’ll just dole out a bit of both, and tell you that this little 38 mile jaunt, with its snow-capped peaks and glacial tilled valleys, its wonderland of wildflowers and pockets of pristine forest is worth moving to Washington State for. Okay, a visit will do too. But be sure to pack your dehydrated food and your open-air tent; the weather is balmy and the mossies biting–the sweat and bite marks evidence of a journey well spent. The views don’t hurt either.
Awesome trip…great photos, great writing, and a great trip…
I guess with everything that has gone down over the last 45 days the move to WA has been worth all the agony??
What adventures? What stories? What a great place to live? Keep sending us poof city folk up-dates of how the world looks from the other side…
Looks like a great trek. Nothing like a little nature to cleanse the soul.
I feel like I’ve gone on v`acation with you – without the sweat! So nice to see your smiling, happy faces!