West Fork Humptulips
What started out as full ride dwindled down to 1. Not that i mind, no in fact i'm glad nobody else showed for the ride. An exploratory adventure that most would find a botched ride, i found to be a tranquil solo adventure in discovery.
The threat of rain was enough to scare away the group, and in this instance i can't say i really blame them. The entire West end of the Olympic Mountain Range is a huge wall just asking to get douched by any ole cloud that rolls off the Pacific. So recline the seat, listen to some Gorillaz and chill as it pours on my windshield.
Nothing funner to read right before you jump in the quiet forest alone. i'm glad i read it though because before i was under the false presumption that if you encounter a cougar you are to pour cod liver oil on yourself, turn and flee, and scream like a little girl.
Well after an hour and a half we have sun! Time to get out of the shell.
i knew very little about this trail, but i made some assumptions that the trail would be very scenic and beautiful. It surpassed my expectations and i was very impressed with the aesthetic beauty of this diverse forest.
Tree's growing on a fell old growth.
The trail after the first river crossing gets quite primitive. Indeed the trail was hard to pick up from each side of the river til i noticed somebody had flagged branches above the tree's with flourescent ribbon. When you're tracking trail i suppose you don't look for the obvious first.
Each crossing was difficult the rocks were well rounded and slippery, the river current deceivingly swift. i would only submerge to thigh high for safety and it was tricky to find the correct safe path across. Unfortunately i couldn't manage my way across the third crossing safely so i decided to turn back.
3 miles actually took quite a bit of time since i was busy taking pictures, clearing deadfall, and immersed in the whole exploration aspect of a new to me trail. But only a few hours had passed and i wanted to see more so i decided to shoot into the trail from Pete's Creek about 7 miles up the road.
Again i'm blown away by the awesome beauty of the trail.
Awesome!
Well unfortunately the river bested me again but i was able to squeeze out a few more miles and ultimately satisfy my curiosity of this rarely used trail. The question i had of it is in my opinion worth coming back for after the river recedes in a month give or take, is definately yes.
And now a Skookie public service announcement brought to you by Psilosybin. Remember kids, after scarfing down a bag of mushrooms make sure you wait a full half hour before going swimming.
Did you spot the 3 hidden links?
What started out as full ride dwindled down to 1. Not that i mind, no in fact i'm glad nobody else showed for the ride. An exploratory adventure that most would find a botched ride, i found to be a tranquil solo adventure in discovery.
The threat of rain was enough to scare away the group, and in this instance i can't say i really blame them. The entire West end of the Olympic Mountain Range is a huge wall just asking to get douched by any ole cloud that rolls off the Pacific. So recline the seat, listen to some Gorillaz and chill as it pours on my windshield.
Nothing funner to read right before you jump in the quiet forest alone. i'm glad i read it though because before i was under the false presumption that if you encounter a cougar you are to pour cod liver oil on yourself, turn and flee, and scream like a little girl.
Well after an hour and a half we have sun! Time to get out of the shell.
i knew very little about this trail, but i made some assumptions that the trail would be very scenic and beautiful. It surpassed my expectations and i was very impressed with the aesthetic beauty of this diverse forest.
Tree's growing on a fell old growth.
The trail after the first river crossing gets quite primitive. Indeed the trail was hard to pick up from each side of the river til i noticed somebody had flagged branches above the tree's with flourescent ribbon. When you're tracking trail i suppose you don't look for the obvious first.
Each crossing was difficult the rocks were well rounded and slippery, the river current deceivingly swift. i would only submerge to thigh high for safety and it was tricky to find the correct safe path across. Unfortunately i couldn't manage my way across the third crossing safely so i decided to turn back.
3 miles actually took quite a bit of time since i was busy taking pictures, clearing deadfall, and immersed in the whole exploration aspect of a new to me trail. But only a few hours had passed and i wanted to see more so i decided to shoot into the trail from Pete's Creek about 7 miles up the road.
Again i'm blown away by the awesome beauty of the trail.
Awesome!
Well unfortunately the river bested me again but i was able to squeeze out a few more miles and ultimately satisfy my curiosity of this rarely used trail. The question i had of it is in my opinion worth coming back for after the river recedes in a month give or take, is definately yes.
And now a Skookie public service announcement brought to you by Psilosybin. Remember kids, after scarfing down a bag of mushrooms make sure you wait a full half hour before going swimming.
Did you spot the 3 hidden links?
Everybody's all talk, cept MikeD...
Or when I say I'll check it out for you and let you know what I find. ??? Anyhow that is my stomping ground and the back way way into the Quinualt valley via Col. Bob trail. Sorry I missed you in Hoquiam.
