My mom was up and we decided to take the kids on a picnic. Originally, we wanted to head on down to Third Beach by LaPush, but when we got to the parking lot, it was packed beyond capacity and I’m not one for crowds so we fell back on our backup plan. Rialto Beach. I have always loved this stretch of coast. It’s not a sandy beach, but the shore is covered with miles of driftwood, fires are permitted, but pets are not. The shoreline is steep and even on calm days, the waves are large.

The Quileute River empties into the Pacific just south of the beach, and it is flanked on the north and south sides by a jetty and several large haystack rock type islands. Recently, a Coast Guard helicopter enroute from Astoria to their base in Alaska crashed here. The pilot, unfamiliar with the area, hit the power lines spanning between James Island and the mainland. Three of the four crew died.

Driftwood fun

But today that wasn’t on our minds. The weather was overcast, it appeared as if it would rain at any second, but it held out for us. The kids immediately ran out to the beach to chase the waves and I just relaxed on a comfy piece of driftwood. Despite the amout of cars n the parking lot, the beach is large enough to easily accommodate the crowds. From my little spot, I could see many many people, but we still had a decent amount of privacy in which to eat our lunch.

Pickled herring, cheese & crackers with yogurt and plums for dessert. I have always felt quite fortunate that I have kids who LOVE seafood. They’ll gobble down just about any kind of fish you give them, crab, clams, anything.  They’ll at least try whatever you put in front of them. If they don’t like it I don’t care, but they love to try new stuff.

As we were finishing up lunch I decided to build a fire. Shaved some driftwood, layed some sticks down and had no problem at all getting it going. Right about that time, Tierra came up with a big bull kelp bulb filled with water. “Dad! I found something we can drink from!” She was excited.  She has been watching some of those survival shows on TV and has been bugging me to take her out and “survive” in the woods for quite some time now. One of these weekends, we’ll do it, but right then I had an idea.

The following actually made me think of  Fat of the Land: Adventures of a 21st Century Forager. Langdon Cook, Twitter:@LangdonCook, from Seattle utilizes the bounty found all over the Pacific Northwest to make some really wonderful dishes. The average person living in the area has no idea the bounty that surrounds us.

I leaned a log over the fire, stuck a stick through the top of the bull kelp container and used some other seaweed laying around to suspend the whole thing over the fire. It was just about perfect. I wasn’t planning on drinking the seawater she had in it, but I just wanted to see if the concept would work for boiling water in bull kelp. Now, I realize that the boiling point of water rises slightly as its’ salinity rises, so I just wanted to see how hot it would get. It worked pretty well. It got too hot to touch before the “rope” burnt and broke. The walls of that particular piece of kelp were quite thick as well, perhaps preventing a lot of heat from getting to the water inside.

Boiling water in Bull Kelp

Boiling water in a kelp bowl

While this was cooking, I had Tierra gather up some more bulbs and cut off the tops, making them look like little cups. I tied the narrow seaweed to the twig on the inside of the cup to prevent it from burning and stuck another bowl of water over the fire. All in all, I wouldn’t do this for water unless life depended on it. The water turned a little slimy from the kelp, but it was a fun experiment anyway.

My mom came back from the shore with a big bundle of seaweed that resembles crab claws: Bladderwrack. I remember eating this in a stew she mad when I was younger and she made us all try some again today. It wasn’t bad; salty and a bit slimy, but tasted pretty good overall. It would be better with something like crackers to off-set the sliminess. We stuck a bit of it in another kelp kup by the fire to cook to see how that would turn out. It cooked it fine, but wasn’t that great. My mom roasted it like marshmallows over the fire. That actually turned out really good.

Eventually, though, we had to go. We left the beach and set off for home. Once back at the house I built another fire as mom and Janell got dinner together. My mom had brought back some bladderwrack and sauteed it in some ginger and garlic. She also had some elk strips marinated for kabobs. I had some mushrooms left over from stuffing them a few days ago and cut up some jalapenos for the kabobs.  She also made a salad with some oysters that a friend of hers smoked himself. Dinner was delicious.

All in all it was a great day. Taught the kids some new skills, tried some new food, and they went to bed and crashed hard from the activity of the day.

As many times as I have done The High Divide and passed the trail that leads down into the Seven Lakes Basin, I have never actually gone down into it. So, I packed my fishing pole, checked the weather forecast, (it called for rain), and set out super early so that I would have enough time to do everything I wanted.

I hit the trail at 5:30 in the morning. It was just getting light and I could just make out the trail without a flashlight. I wanted to get to Deer Lake before it got too light and the fish had eaten their fill. It’s about 4 miles up to the lake and I made it in about an hour and a half. The sun was just lighting up the tops of the hills around Deer lake and I was beginning to think that the weatherman got it wrong again. Oh well, I don’t mind it when he says it’s going to rain and it doesn’t.

Brook Trout from Deer Lake

I walked around to the back side of the lake where the stream feeds it. I have always had my best luck at the mouths of streams. I figure it’s because it feed the lakes with fresh water and food and bugs as well.  There’s a little gravel bar poking out into the lake that I just couldn’t reach without getting wet, so I took off my boots and socks, slopped through the boggy grassy area and came out onto the bar.

There’s nothing more annoying while you are trying to enjoy a peaceful, quiet morning fishing for mountain trout than a fish that swallows a treble hook and ends up dying from getting torn up trying to get it out. I have cut off 2 of the 3 hooks on all my spinners, and on most of them even pinched the barbs down on them. It paid off today. The fish were ferocious. The first one I caught I thought was twice as big as it really was. But in reality it was only about 8 or 9 inches long. He took the hook quite a ways down his throat, but thanks to the barbless single hook it slipped right out and he was able to swim away without any damage.  They were slow to bite, but when they did they were fighters. It was fun.

Fields of Heather

After about 45 minutes in the water, I called it quits, dried off my feet, put on my extra set of socks and set off up towards Lunch Lake. From Deer Lake it’s about 4 more miles, nearly all uphill but the flowers were in full bloom which made it a little more bearable. Red heather, yellow heather, lupine,  bear grass, avalanche lilies, indian paintbrush, subalpine spiraea, cascade azalea (a type of rhododendron), tiger lilies, and several others were present a various points along  the way. Red mountain heather dominated the landscape though.

Above Deer Lake, just above the area called “the potholes” is a switchbacked, rocky climb that for some reason, I dread more than any other section on this whole trail. It’s really not that bad, but it just seems to go on forever. This time, however, it wasn’t as bad as I remember. It’s probably because I’m in better shape than I have been in years, and also, the Red Mountain Heather was thick. I have never seen it so thick and colorful.

On the top of that hill the trail levels out a bit and turns into a softer, less rocky forest trail. It follows along the south side of the ridge and goes in and out of the forest; the clear spots offering views down into the valley and to the hillside on the far side. Snow fields fill the low spots on the opposite side year round and if you are lucky, mountain goats and an occasional black bear can be seen. In one section of this part of the trail, the smell of elk filled the air. On previous trips I have seen the herd in the valley below, but have never smelled them this distinctly. I was sure that they would bust out of the brush at any moment, spooked by my presence, but I never saw them.

Lunch Lake From Above

Finally around 10:00 I reached the trail down to the basin. There’s a beautiful little viewpoint at the top, just before the descent that a group was taking the opportunity to take some pictures. I did too. As soon as I began dropping down the trail I knew that it was going to be a pain to get back up out of there when I left: the trail was steep and rocky, but it was only about a half mile down, and it went by quickly. On the way down I passed a family that had camped at the lake that night and now the 2 kids with them were showing their displeasure at being loaded down with gear having to climb this sadistic grade. I let them know that once they reached the top of this one, it was all downhill from there.

Upon reaching the lake, I immediately noticed a boulder field on the uphill side that looked perfect for fishing. I made my way over and perched on a promising looking rock and cast my line. It was at this precise moment that my head started to burn. I rubbed it and felt a mass of little bumps and as I removed my hand, about 5 mosquitoes fell onto the rock around me. Those little bastards were thick in the air.  I couldn’t believe that I forgot my bug spray. I grabbed a spare shirt and covered my head and neck which helped quite a bit but they were on my arms now too. It’s a pain in the ass to try and fish and swat mosquitoes at the same time. I checked my first aid kit to see it there was anything I could use. The closest thing I could find were some disinfecting wipes. I figured perhaps the chemicals in it would be hostile to their noses. I couldn’t tell much difference. I think I left about 3 pounds of dead mosquitoes on that rock, and to top it all off, I didn’t catch anything at that spot.

Lunch Lake Brook Trout

Continuing around the lake counter-clockwise the shore offer many great areas that would be great for swimming or fishing. It drops off quickly and the water is beautifully clear. But I didn’t have much luck. There was one spot where there was a boulder half in the water. I climbed up onto it and as soon as I poked my head over, I saw a fish dart off into the deep. No luck there either. Finally on the side opposite the trail and campsites, there’s a shore made of large gravel. That’s where I had my first bite. But they are crafty little fish and that was the only bite. On down the shore a ways I finally hooked one. This one fought like it was twice as big as it really was. Also, using my ultra-light pole made it even more of a blast taking them in.

Spinners did ok, but I would imagine that if you had some live bait, or PowerBait, that you could knock them dead and make one heck of a meal out of these guys.

I noticed a sign pointing down a hill towards Clear Lake. I figured what the heck, I’m here to explore, let’s explore. Half way down to the lake I was already regretting it. It was steeper and rockier than the trail down to Lunch Lake. Oh well, I was committed to the cause and kept going. Upon reaching Clear Lake, I noticed it was a lot less clear than the Other lakes in the range. It had that brownish tinge to it and appeared quite stagnant. It was lunch time, but I didn’t want to hang out here and eat; It just wasn’t that inspiring. So I trucked on back up the hill, my legs weakening from hunger, but before long I made it back to Lunch Lake and had lunch.

Yellow Mountain Heather

I had some bread in a hard container, some habanero cheese from our trip to Tillamook last week, and some ham. Two sandwiches later I was stuffed and ready to go. By that time the clouds were rolling in and it was cooling down considerably. The weather man did call for afternoon showers and it looked like he was going to be right afterall. I told myself to take it easy on the way back up. Normally I push hard to get the heart going and sweat flowing. Today I held myself back to keep my self dry. I wasn’t in the mood to get chilled like that. So I took it easy coming up out of the basin and before i knew it I was at the top of the hill, crossing the last patch of snow and beginning the downhill slide back to Deer Lake.

I must have eaten too much because my gut started growling at me and I felt like I was going to lose it. I slowed down some more to try and let it settle. A rain drop hit me.  And another. I pulled my hat out of my pack to keep my face and neck dry and before long I was back above Deer Lake coming down that stretch of trail to the potholes. Around this time I started passing groups of people on their way up to the basin and other campsites in the area. I thought  to myself they sure are getting late starts, but who am I to make those judgments?

Red Mountain Heather

At Deer Lake I recharged again, drank a red bull that the wife had got for me and stretched out a bit in preparation for the final 4 miles down the hill. By now the sun had popped out again so I took off my long sleeves and hat, I never wear long sleeves if I don’t have to.

I tried taking it easy down the hill, but old habits die hard and before I knew it I was skipping along, bouncing over the rocks and working on my footwork. I passed several more groups of people coming up the hill, wished them luck with their trips and kept on cruising.

I reached the car at 4:30. I had originally scheduled to meet up with the family at the Hot Springs at 5:00 so this was about perfect. I drove down to the resort, bought an overpriced 6 pack and had a couple beers before the wife and kids showed up for a relaxing evening in the pools. It felt so good. I could have hung out in there for hours, but dinner time was approaching and we left there about 7:00, had some burgers and went home. I was so beat that we decided to clean up in the morning. The rest of the night was meant for relaxing.

At the base of Mt. St. Helens is a little, 2.5 mile loop that rewards you with wonderful views of the mountain, the Toutle River and some beaver ponds, dams and a lodge, the likes of which you may never again witness in your life.

High Bridge Viewpoint

On a trip down to see some family I decided to take a couple of the kids out on this jaunt to stretch our legs and get off the road a bit. My mom, Ethan and Neveah joined me for this one; the others were at their other grammas house at the moment.

To get to the trail head, from I-5, take exit 49 to Castle Rock and then follow highway 504 from Castle Rock about 42 miles to the junction to Coldwater Lake and the Johnston Ridge Lookout. About 2 miles after the junction, a large sign points you right at the Hummocks Trail parking lot. It’s really pretty simple, but here are some Google Maps Directions.

The drive up there is not without its’ own perks. There’s a high bridge viewpoint overlooking the tallest bridge in the area; quite impressive. There are several visitors attractions, helicopter tours, an A-frame house partially buried by ash from the eruption 30 years ago and increasingly spectacular views of Mt. St. Helens the closer you get.

Hummocks Trailhead

There are two exits to the trail from the parking lot. Since I had never been there before we set out on the route that started closest to where we parked. I saw no discernible advantage going either way; the hills were about the same and the sights were spaced evenly enough that no mater which way you go, there’s always something to see or do.

The trail was sandy and dry and quite hot that day. I slathered the kids with sunblock, loaded up about 3/4 gallon of water and some snacks. When hiking with small children, the most important thing to keep in mind is keeping them comfortable. That means lots of water, snacks and rest stops. Don’t push them. They’ll have a negative experience and be tainted against hiking for quite some time.

Mt St Helens from the trail

The “Hummocks” are large mounds of ash and rock left over from the eruption of the mountain in 1980. Some of them are quite large. Others are quite small, but they are all interesting and offer lots of different photo opportunities.  Once we got out of the open and into some trees the kids got really interested. The views of the mountain we have been having are spectacular, but they quickly lost interest and the sun was draining their energy pretty quickly. I pair of chipmunks playing near the base of a multi-trunked alder tree piqued Ethan’s interest and he forgot all about being tired. I’ve never seen a kids get so excited about a chipmunk, it was really fun. Additionally, the Lupine and Indian Paintbrush was blooming prolifically, which was really nice.  As dry as it was there, the plant life made it quite bearable.

On a side note: Notice the sandals I’m wearing in the picture below. I went from Saturday night after work until Friday afternoon before going back to work, without wearing socks at all. It was a really nice change to let my feet breath and get free from the smothering work boots I have to wear.

Bridge Critters

Shortly after that we came across a small bridge crossing a stagnant little pond. It’s amazing watching a child become enraptured by the little things in nature. There were water skippers on the ponds surface and an occasional tadpole jigging by. They could have sat and watched the critters all day… but we had to keep going.

Mating Damselflies

Dragonflies (damselflies, actually) were abundant. There were so many blue damselflies flying around that it was tough to decide which one’s to take pictures of. Then I noticed a pair just off the trail, getting to know each other. They stayed still long enough to get a couple shots, then flew off into the brush by the pond.

A little ways past the tadpole ponds and damselfly sanctuary we came across the most impressive network of beaver ponds we have ever seen. We first noticed it from afar as a whole stand of dead, bare alder trees. My mom made a comment remarking that “That looks like beavers flooded that area, killing those trees.” and sure enough, we rounded the bend and saw a nice sized dam with quite a pond behind it.  What really struck my attention, though, was right up from the first dam was another, about 4 feet higher than the first, giving the whole place a terraced look. As we were walking by we noticed, about 20 feet off the trail, just inside the pond was a mound of sticks: Their lodge. Ethan and Neveah loved it. We told them that the beavers lived in there and they have a tunnel that goes under the water to keep other critters out and to hide themselves as they come and go.

Break Time

After the beaver ponds it was time for a snack/recharge break. The kids sat on one of the benches that the park service so thoughtfully installed throughout the trail. A tent caterpillar fell from the alder above onto Neveah. She loved it.

After the first half of the hike out in the open sun, the last half or so was under the alder canopy and kept us plenty cool. There was a couple nice viewpoints overlooking the Toutle River that we capitalized on and got some pictures.  The remainder of the trip was fairly uneventful. There was about a half mile push uphill to end it and Ethan was really starting to get tired. He wanted to stop. I had to keep reminding him that we’ll never get there if we quit now, just keep putting one foot in front of the other and before you know it, we’ll be there. He reluctantly took my advice and once we rounded that last bent and saw the parking lot, he forgot all bout his hurting feet and ran the rest of the way to the truck.

Picasa Album of the Trip