marmot pass and buckhorn mountain
This afternoon we went swimming in Lake Washington. I know what you’re thinking. You went swimming even though shivering, whimpering Seattle has had only 78 minutes of 80 degrees-or-warmer temperatures so far this summer? Well get ready for this (so you can groan and mock me to my computer screen): it was in the low to mid 80s all weekend. But that’s fairly toasty for here. I spent an hour this morning spraying Adam with the garden hose and making the front yard squishy and spongy.
Saturday I day-hiked to Marmot Pass and Buckhorn Mountain on the Olympic Peninsula. I’ve wanted to visit there pretty badly for a couple years. In 2009 I was literally moments from leaving the house for a backpack to Marmot Pass when I wimped out on account of the heat and that has nagged at me ever since.
It was a long round-trip hike to the summit of Buckhorn Mountain, 12.6 miles and 4,400 feet of elevation gain. It was a crisp 48 degrees when I set off from the trailhead and for a few miles I had the flowing-splashing-humming of the Big Quilcene River to keep me company. Once I climbed out of the valley I was served company with rugged, jagged giants like Mt. Constance, Mt. Mystery, Warrior Peak and Mt. Deception. The scenery was remarkable, is all I can say. I sat at the top of Buckhorn Mountain for a couple hours to savor it.