paradise park trail in winter

I've gotten to the point where a week isn't complete without some sort of physical challenge, and this week was no exception. I've been trying to cover some new ground, and lately the pickin's have been slim (at least on paper) with nearby territory that can trump anything I've recently hiked. I finally settled on the Paradise Park trail for my latest trek. It was 1000-2000 feet less vertical gain than what I've been doing recently, but it was still listed among the most difficult day hikes in the region, and I've also seen it listed as "unhikable" after October, so I thought it might offer a good workout a few day's before the first of December.

And it did.



The day started with a drive out to the paradise park trail head; a small lot off of road 39, to the north of highway 26, between zigzag and government camp. While the road was paved and plowed, the parking area was covered in thick ice and snow, and there was no other option for parking; so I backed my honda in as carefully as I could to keep the drive wheels close to the pavement. I still got stuck almost immediately, but backing in meant it would be less trouble to dig myself out later. Remembering the post-dusk finish of my last hike, I decided to dig out before hitting the trail so I wouldn't have to struggle with it in the dark if it took me a while to return.

And it did.

Once the car looked like it should be operable later, it was time to hike. I wasn't sure what to expect since I had never been here before, and the conditions were less than "favorable", but I quickly realized that an attempt to hike the trail at this time of year wasn't unheard of, and I was able to follow previous tracks well enough to reach the turnoff for the first switchback.

It was a warm day compared to the rest of the recent season so far, and while the snow started at the trail head and only got deeper with increased elevation, everything was dripping, and heavy chunks of snow and slush were dropping from the sagging limbs of firs the whole way, making forceful thuds against the cold wet earth the whole ascent to the treeline.



Switchback after switchback, the terrain didn't change much. Dripping firs made up the canopy with abundant rhododendrons clustered anywhere the sun could penetrate. At about 2 miles however, the snowshoe tracks I had been following stopped, and I realized that I had surpassed the furthest recent efforts of any trek on this trail. While the hiking became more difficult making first tracks on this deep wet snow, I was excited to push forward into virgin territory. The depth I sank into the snow varied from mid-calf to knee height in the coming stretches, and while each step became more of a battle, I managed to find a comfortable rhythm, and kept on keepin' on.



The majority of this hike was rather monotonous, without any major landmarks to break up the landscape. That's not to say it wasn't gorgeous to take in, but with the exception of two small creeks and their accompanying foot bridges, if you had seen one mile, you had seen them all.



A short distance after the second creek however, the trail took it's first long winding turn around a new ridge, and I caught fleeting glimpses of the far wall of Mt. Hood's zigzag canyon between the trees. It had been a laborious trudge to get this far in the ever-deeper snow, but that crisp white feature acted sufficiently as the proverbial dangling carrot to keep me in stride. As it turns out however, breaking from the treeline to see the mountain's impressive upper slopes was still a significant effort, and the small teases I got early on turned out to be just that.



By this time, the grade had become significantly steeper, the trail became much harder to follow, and I had been sinking in to my thigh, and occasionally my waist, on any step I hadn't taken just light enough. At this stage, each step could be a struggle, but I was motivated by the energy I had invested, and the feeling that what I had come for might be just around the next bend.




Like my previous hike, I had worked out the time I'd need to turn around to get back to my car by nightfall, but as with my last hike, I ended up being too stubborn to heed my own planning, and pushed on to claim the prize I spent the day seeking, regardless of the consequences. I knew I had a headlamp, and I should be able to follow my tracks back to the car with that after dark, so on I pushed.





Still, as I continued to climb, doubts sunk in, and when I came near the ridge of my side of the canyon, I pushed off trail to see what I could see in case I wasn't successful in reaching the top of my trail by sundown. From here, I was rewarded with a glimpse of one of the mountain's spires to the north, and a great view of Mt. Jefferson to the south. After taking some photos, and sitting still enough to let the cold really sink in, I donned my vest and continued uphill.




From the research I had done about the trail previously, I knew that once I crossed the Pacific Crest Trail, it wouldn't be long before I reached my goal. Unfortunately, the snow depth no longer hinted at the presence of the trails beneath it's blanket, so I just pushed upward, hoping I'd recognize the intersection when I came to it.






With a little luck, I found the markers about 15 yards from where I had found myself, and once again became confident with my push up slope. From here, it was the shortest, but most difficult section of ascent, but eventually I saw a break in the trees, and followed it until I had emerged from the timberline; just in time to see the last of the day's sun shining on Mt. Hood's snow capped peaks. I celebrated my victory and shot photos from the stunning view point, but as I looked south, I could see that the sun was about to dip below the distant mountains, and that it was time to make haste for the trail head. I made it no further than the trees before I realized it would be a long and dark hike back to safety.





I wish there were more to report about this section of the hike, but in another way, I'm happy to report that it was uneventful. I broke out my headlamp, contacted who I needed to as a contingency plan if I didn't make it out as expected, and then just walked down.




My car ended up being stuck again when I got to the lot, but with a little kicking and scraping and tire spinning, I was back on asphalt, and not too much longer after that, at 7-11, buying beer.

Wyeth to green point ridge in the snow.

I've had the same cycle for the past few years: hike from late spring to early autumn - getting into increasingly better condition as the season progresses, and then as the falling leaves become falling rain, and the falling rain becomes falling snow, I shut myself in like a bear for the winter. Unlike the bear however, who spends the winter losing weight, I've always ended up just losing condition, and while the bear emerges in the spring looking svelt, I begin the new hiking season soft and weak, desperately trying to get back what I had.

Not this time around.

There were several reasons I used to stop when I did, but I think the biggest was that I just wasn't properly equipped to be in the elements comfortably. A few small upgrades to your gear list goes a long way, and after a quick stop to REI this weekend to make some last minute upgrades to my hiking arsenal, I was out in the woods making first tracks on the Wyeth Trail.

All the new gear got thoroughly tested on this 9.5 hour 4400 vertical foot climb in knee deep snow, and I was pleased with it all, but the best upgrade ended up being one of the cheapest. I'll never go in the snow without gaiters again. About three quarters of the hike was in deep snow and there were a few stream crossings, but when the voyage was complete, I kicked off my shoes to find bone-dry socks. Managing moisture is the key to being comfortable on any hike, but it's especially important when you're facing extended periods in subfreezing temps.


The day began before dawn. There's so little sunlight in the pacific northwest in the winter that a late start means a dark finish. With my gear packed, and a little food and coffee in my system, I found myself heading east on the 84 while the sun was still struggling to come up over the Cascades. The strong silhouette of Mt. Hood on the horizon, combined with the crisp white outline of Mt. Saint Helens to the north had me hopeful about clear skies and great views from the top of the ridge, but as I got closer to the trail head, so did the clouds. Those are the breaks. The Wyeth trail head is at the back of the Wyeth campgrounds, which have been closed for the year for quite some time. I made a call to the Columbia River Gorge Scenic Area offices to inquire about day use, and was told that parking on the side of the road outside the gates was fine without a northwest forest pass, and that since I didn't have access to the trail head with my car, that the day use fees were waived. So, by 8:00 am, there was a little old Honda sitting outside the gates, and I was on the trail.


The Wyeth trail is one of three options that come together just beyond the trail head. It cuts to the left up a small hill, passes under high tension lines from the Bonneville Dam, crosses a stream, and then just goes up... and up - 4000 feet within the first 4 miles to the junction to Green Point Ridge. The first patches of snow appeared around 1000 feet, but it didn't become consistent until closer to 1500. The first patches revealed that no one else had been on the trail since the snow started. It was nice to know I was alone.


Shortly after, the trail presented plenty of evidence that I wasn't completely alone. Animals make good company though, and I really enjoyed the opportunity to see just how alive the Gorge is through the tracks left in the fresh snow. Most of the larger animals in the area do a good job staying out of sight, so it's easy to start thinking of it as a baron place during the warmer months, but the snow revealed a lot. First, there were tracks from deer. Big deer, small deer, walking deer, and running deer.

A little further up I found these. I assumed they were bear tracks because I'd seen plenty of bear scat in the area in autumn. There are a lot of berries in the area to fatten up on. The tracks showed the bear had come up the hill, paced back and forth a few times over some deer tracks, and then went back from where he had come. It turns out that bear tracks have five toes and leave claw prints. It's mountain lions with four toes and retractable claws. I should have retained more from 7 years in scouts...



As I continued the climb, there were many signs of a forest in transition: brightly colored lichens and leaves that had yet to fall with snow clinging to them, fungus supporting icicles, and the tips of long grasses just barely protruding from the white blanket - reminding me of a person struggling to keep his head above rising waters.

Climbing higher still, I entered a zone where winter had taken a firmer hold, and the reds, yellows, and oranges gave way to grayscale, highlighted only with cool blues when the sun made a brief appearance from behind the clouds. The snow was getting considerably deeper, and I strapped my gaiters on for the first time to help keep dry. In the higher elevations the trail became harder to follow. Occasionally it went into hiding, and without GPS, I was forced to guess at where it was going, only hoping to be rewarded by a cut log or some other sign of trail maintenance to confirm my suspicions.

As the snow got deeper, I began to wonder if I was going to be able to make it to the top. I know from past hikes that once the snow gets too high on your thighs, it's just not worth it to go on - and even if it is, it takes a lot of valuable time to negotiate, and with the short days, I risked getting stuck over night if I spent too long trudging through it. Eventually though, I came to a familiar feature: the top of Wyeth ridge.


On a previous hike, I had photographed myself on the ridge, so on this trip I decided to do the same. The trail on the top of the ridge is short. It heads west a bit before turning south and dropping down to North Lake. Just before the drop to the lake is the cut-off to continue climbing up to green point ridge. This was the beginning of the first section of trail I hadn't previous explored in any other season. The hill was steep, and the snow was deep, but at this point I was well into a rhythm, and kept a steady pace of one foot in front of the other in a meditative trance to the top. There was no longer any trail to be found, and I had given up looking, so my new strategy was just to keep pointed "up". Regardless of how far from my target I'd end up, there was only one set of tracks on the ridge, and I knew I could follow them all the way back to familiar territory when I was ready.



Progress in this section was slow. I had told myself that I had to turn around, no matter where I was, by 1:00 so I could get out of the woods before dark. I knew I was close to the summit of Green Point Mountain however, and my stubbornness not to quit a job before it was done kept me pushing on until 3:00. Technically I did summit the "mountain", but I still left feeling defeated - having not found the picturesque clearing I had seen photos of that, on a better day, would have offered a stunning view of Mt. Hood and the surrounding land, which had been my target for an end point. After backtracking a bit, I saw something maybe 20 yards away through the gaps in the trees that was clearly man made.


Just below the summit, is a little used and rarely maintained trail called Gorton Creek. Other than the trail marker, there was no evidence of any trail under the snow, but finding the sign was good, as it confirmed I had actually made it to what's called Green Point Mountain (but is actually a barely higher point of a long high ridge). From here I followed my tracks back down the way I had come. I took big strides in a controlled slide down the steep hill of high powder, knowing I was way behind schedule to reach my car before dark. Slowly but surely, I did make my way down the steep wall of the gorge. The sun was falling fast, and by dusk, I was still in the snow.

I knew the "bear" tracks where close to 1500 feet, and after that, the snow was thin enough not impede the speed of descent. Then, all of the sudden, there they were: the same tracks from before... but something was different. There weren't this many before - at least not that I had noticed. I paid extra attention to the tracks, and clapped my hands loudly a few times to announce my presence. On a previous hike on Mt. Hood, a group I was hiking with surprised a mother bear with a cub by approaching to quietly. I wanted to give this one some warning. Within a few feet I saw something that confirmed my suspicion: a set of these tracks that where formed on top of one of my tracks from the way up. The animal had been back, and it was last headed in the direction I was to go. I followed the tracks forward for too many yards, but finally they descended down the hill off the trail. At this point it was dark. I had a head lamp with me, so I put it on and continued the descent to my car over the next 45 minutes or so without too much difficulty.

I'm back.

It's been a long time since I've posted anything in this blog, but it recently occurred to me that I've been generating more potential content for it now than I ever had before, and that it might be good to start documenting some of it again.

I still walk or ride my bike to work every chance I get. A small change is that I moved even further from work, so I get an extra 4 or 5 miles in each day, just commuting. The big change is that I've taken to hiking and backpacking in a more committed way than I ever had before; not just for fitness, but for adventure, which I've once again developed a real hunger for.

There have been a lot of changes in my life, and while things have been stressful, getting outside has provided tangible relief as well as inspired some decisions about what I'd like to do with myself in the future. One exciting aspect is the potential for some real freedom in the coming months. The kind I haven't had in years due to work and home life. The kind I could really do something with.

I like to think that I'm the kind of person that follows through with things once he says he'll do them - or at least that's the person I'd like to be. For that reason, I'm not ready to declare that I am going to thru hike the entire Pacific Crest Trail this coming season. There are still too many variables I might not be able to control before April, but that is my hope.

To that end, I have begun doing everything I can to prepare myself for such a trip. I've been rabidly consuming any information about the trail I can get my hands on. I've been training with increasingly longer and more difficult day hikes and backpacking trips. I've been adjusting to what it means to do these things alone. I've been putting myself in situations that are challenging, and then rising to those challenges to be more comfortable facing them the next time around. I've been researching the gear I'll need and making plans to collect it. I've been working out the logistics of putting the rest of my life on hold for so long while I'm gone and saving to pay for it.

But talk is cheap. I'll write more about that when I'm actually doing it.

Lately, the hiking has led me out to the gorge a few times a week, focusing on trails Northwest Hiker labels "very difficult". In the past two weeks, that has meant ruckel ridge, and multiple ascents of Mt. Defiance. Since the last trip is still fresh in my mind and involved a little backpacking, I thought I'd recount the tale here.

My parents had been visiting the town of Hood River this past week, and asked if I could meet them there on their final day for breakfast. I figured this would be a great opportunity to work in another hike, and having come fresh off my first climb of Mt. Defiance, I thought I'd take advantage of the extra car as a shuttle to try a longer approach that started further west in the gorge at the Wyeth Trail Head (exit 51), on a hike that would end at the Starvation Creek Trail Head (exit 55), where most hikers begin and end their Mt. Defiance hikes.

From the campgrounds at Wyeth, gorge trail #411 immediately begins a steep ascent up the face of the gorge through a series of switchbacks that climbs an impressive 3840' in the first 4 miles from river level. At the top of the trail, you continue a short distance along a ridge before descending 500 feet down the south side, which you then have to regain before reaching North Lake.

The following photos were taken during this first section.


Early in the initial ascent, the west end of a switchback terminates at this creek.


This is the last few feet on the way up to the ridge. Most of the trail up to this point was similar terrain, although much steeper.


This is the best photo you get of yourself when you hike alone without a tripod. This is me at the top of the ridge.


Another shot of the terrain on the ridge before the initial descent.


It was very damp on this hike. The kind of fog that condensed on everything and created big drops of rain that originated in the canopy and soaked the forest floor. The variety of fungus that had sprung up this weekend was impressive.

North Lake is great little shallow alpine style lake, similar to the other two lakes in the area; Bear Lake and Warren Lake, which I later passed on this trip. All three are full of crystal clear chilly water, flanked by talus slopes, contain trout, and have primitive campsites on their banks. I liked the campsites on North Lake the best of the three, although I pushed on to Bear Lake before nightfall on this go. North Lake has a small peninsula with a few places to camp on it on the east end. Being on the end gives you good privacy from other campers if they're present. This late in the season I had all three of the lakes to myself, so it wasn't an issue.


A photo of North Lake from the north side.


A trout cruising the shallows on the east end of North Lake.

From North Lake, trail #413 cuts to the east toward Bear Lake and Mt. Defiance. My plan for this trip was to camp at Bear Lake, which would put me in a good position to get up on the Defiance Summit early in the day, and back to my car early in the afternoon afterward. The trail between North Lake and Bear Lake is relatively short with slight changes in elevation until the cut-off trail #413A to get down to Bear Lake, which descends about 100 feet.


This is typical of the climate between the first two lakes.

Descending down into the Bear Lake, I was a bit concerned about the night ahead of me. The forecast was for relatively warm dry weather so I opted not to pack a tent, but everything was dripping wet and cold, and the wind gusts were bone chilling. I immediately decided I'd need to build some sort of structure to stay comfortable until morning. I put together a primitive windbreak near an established fire ring, stashed my gear under it, and collected the driest wood I could find for a fire. With some luck and persistence, I managed to build up enough heat to start burning the larger wet stuff, and to cook and stay comfortable. The wind off the lake carried the hot air through my shelter, and I stayed comfortable in my bag for several hours. Then the rain started. I woke up around midnight, when large drops of water began pounding my exposed face. I did pack a Mylar emergency blanket, which I was able to drape over the shelter, trapping more heat, and providing a barrier against the falling rain. I crunched and contorted to get as much of my body under it as possible, and remained in my cocoon until first light. In the morning, I packed up my soggy gear the best I could, cleaned up the camp, and hiked back out to the the trail to Mt. Defiance.


As good a place to settle as any.


The shelter and the fire.


You must keep warm however you can.


The view from inside the shelter.


The trails the sparks were leaving in this photo illustrate the strength of the wind coming in all night.

Trail #413 from Bear Lake to Mt. Defiance is a straight line cut through the forest, and a steady climb. I knew this trail would take me to the area of the mountain, but I was a bit unclear where it would meet with the defiance trail. Eventually, I emerged from the wooded trail onto a talus slope it looked vaguely similar to a slope just above Warren Lake. It was fogged in and tough to get my bearings, but I had assumed there was a good distance to go to get to the summit. It turns out I was already practically standing on it. A hundred yards or so from that spot, the radio towers sat, obscured only by a patch of trees and the fog. I perched on the rock containing the summit marker, laid out some of my clothes to dry, and sat for an hour or so, facing where Mt. Hood should be, hoping for a view of the nearby peak. The view never came. Twice to the summit of Mt. Defiance in one week, and not a view to be had. Oh well.


The summit marker for Mt. Defiance.

From the summit, I began the familiar descent toward Warren Lake on trail #417, and from Warren Lake I took the Starvation Ridge trail #414, to the starvation ridge cut-off, and back to my car at the trail head. From there it was back to Portland with another adventure under my belt.


Taken from just the below the summit during a small break in the clouds.


Fall foliage on the edge of Warren Lake.

it's been a real long time.

I haven't updated this blog in a really long time. I'm proud to report I still walk and bike pretty much everywhere I go. I just got bored writing about it over the winter.

As the weather got cold and rainy, and my trips were confined to basic commuting, there wasn't much interesting to report, and the idea of tracking my mileage no longer seemed as interesting to me as it did before.

I've lost count of 100's of miles of carless commuting since then, so I think I'm just going to call this project done, or at least dormant, for the time being.

Thanks for reading!

and I bike some more

Since my last post, I've kept up with my biking, although I was also forced to do some non-bikey stuff. My car was significantly past due on registration because I wasn't using it at all, and I was concerned it might not pass inspection, which would cost me a bunch of money I didn't have to get it fixed and passed. Anyway, it was time to take care of all that, so I rode my bike to the least bikey place there is, the DMV, to get a trip permit to take my car around and get it up to code. I then rode over to the car parts store, and got a new air filter to pop in, hoping that would improve my testing results. Then I hopped in my car, got an oil change, put in some good gas, and went to the DEQ to get tested. Turns out I was worried over nothing; the tester said I was in terrific shape, and sent me on my way.

Friday I rode my bike to work, but ended up seeing a movie with some friends afterward, so I got dropped off at the house when we were done.

The next day I walked to work and then rode home afterward.

Again, last night, I rode to work, and then rode home, stopping at Bamboo Sushi for dinner with my sister and niece, and then Belmont Station for some beer, along the way.

In other news, I contacted the city to talk about installing a bike corral near my business. It turns out I wasn't the first business on my blog to make a similar request, so they were eager to come out and see the area and determine the best location to install one. Hopefully that will happen soon. The bike corral takes out about one parking space, and lets dozens of bikes park in the same space. I think having these all over the city really makes riding your bike a more attractive commuting option, and as a business owner, it allows a lot more customers to park by your business than you could get in cars alone.

23.27 miles
1160.25 miles cumulative
46.41 total gallons saved

weekly update

Last week, I walked to work and back twice. I had left my bike at a friends house the previous weekend, figured I'd get it sooner or later, and I welcomed the change. After a good time at the hood river fresh hop festival, and a literally terrible time camping on mt. hood afterwords (unexpected snow/sleet/rain storm blows in, collapses tent, dump ice water into sleeping bag), I ended up back at my friends house, and before returning home with a truck load of wet and frozen camping gear, I loaded up my bike to bring back too.

Sunday night I rode to the store so I could escort my wife back from work on bikes so I wouldn't have to use my car. Yesterday, I did the same, both in the morning on the way in and the evening on the way back. Making two round trips is always nice. It's a lot of easy miles, and gas savings. Makes you feel a little better about your day.

36 miles
1136.98 miles cumulative
45.4792 total gallons saved