Interesting Washington Moving Day with Lots of Stops

North Cascades National Park has some of the best hiking we've ever seen! But we had to drive some distance to get to these beautiful hikes. From our national park campground, we had already driven one hour west and then one hour east to get to two of our all-time favorite hikes this week. We also wanted to do the Blue Lake hike, but it would be another one-hour drive to get to another popular trail head. Then Denisa got an idea--which can be dangerous. On the day that we were leaving the park, what if we left our camp site early enough to get a parking place big enough for the pickup and trailer so we could take the Blue Lake hike?

Mark often agrees with Denisa's crazy ideas, so we started our moving day very early. We got up at 5:00 a.m., and left our camp site at 6:00 a.m., stopping by the dump station on the way out. We were on the road heading east out of the national park before 6:30. This wasn't a road for the faint hearted, with steep climbs and signs that warn, "Severe Winds Next 27 Miles." We drove past the Rainy Lake trail head where we hiked several days ago. At 7:38 a.m. all the parking spots were full there with 12 vehicles already parked along the highway. You have to get up early to hike at North Cascades National Park!

We drove another 6 miles to the Blue Lake trail head, and found a nice long spot along the highway that was safe for our pickup and trailer. It was 49 degrees and lovely weather for a beautiful hike on this moving day!

We started with a gentle uphill hike through the forest, with teasing peeks of the peaks that surrounded us.

While we were still hiking in the early morning shade, the sun was lighting up the tops of the Cascade Mountains around us.

We had wandered into more of God's wonders on this moving day hike!

We would have normally still been in bed when we got our first views of Blue Lake.

The water was as perfectly blue as its name implies. On a day when the wind was still, the water reflected the mountains and trees around it.

If you look very carefully, you can see Denisa on the big rock in the bottom right corner of the picture below.

The longer we admired the lake, the more crowded it got. So we decided to take the Tarn Loop trail that headed up and over Blue Lake. That also gave us a great look at the jagged Pinnacle Mountains that rose above the lake.

Whatever angle we were from the lake, we could always see that jagged row of mountain tops. Mountain climbers come here to test their skills. We saw many hikers with big backpacks and long coils of rope that were heading up to those mountains with names like Liberty Bell.

This was one of our favorite pictures of the summer with Mark sitting beside the clear water of Blue Lake in the foreground, and the pinnacles peeking out from the background.

We were still on the Tarn Loop, chatting about this new word for our hiking vocabulary. Mark commented that he had only heard the word "tarn" in old western movies when the bad guys were "gonna tarn feather" someone. Denisa wasn't sure that was the correct usage of our new vocabulary word. We found that a tarn was a lake formed when a deep ridge was carved as a glacier moved across an area. Blue Lake was a tarn lake, as was this smaller lake we found high on the mountain on the Tarn Loop.

The loop provided views of more of the North Cascades on this beautiful blue-sky moving day.

While we found no blueberries on the lower part of the hike, we found lots of berries at the top. While Mark scrambled around looking for the mountain goats that often hang out here, Denisa was content foraging blueberries. 

Mark never found those mountain goats, but Denisa found lots of blueberries. It's a good hike when your teeth are blue and your fingers are purple.

On our way back to the pickup, we paused at the spur trail that would take us up to the foot of Liberty Bell peak where the climbers were. 

But it was a very steep hike, and we wouldn't have time to stay very long. After all, we weren't on an all-day hike. This was just a moving-day hike. So we took a picture of Denisa with the Pinnacles in the background, and continued down the mountain. We met a solid line of hikers coming up the trail at 11:00 as we were going down. Some were in swimming suits for a dip in the lake, some were carrying fishing poles, and one guy was carrying an inflatable kayak.

After our moving-day hike detour, we were back on the road at 12:15. The extreme heat wave continued. Even at this high elevation, it was an unusually warm 79 degrees. After being spoiled to a cool summer, we both agreed that it felt hotter than that.  

It was sad to see the North Cascade mountains in our rear view mirror. The town of Winthrop was just 31 miles from that trail head, and we wanted to make another stop on this moving day.

We found a parking place for the pickup and trailer about a half-mile from downtown Winthrop. Then we walked to the center of this old west inspired touristy town. We ate lunch at Three Fingers Jack's Saloon. We would say that it wasn't the best hamburger, but it was served with an unusual side dish--coleslaw--instead of French fries.

Winthrop was picturesque with its wooden sidewalks and a Main Street filled with shops with old west facades. It was a popular town with a 25-minute wait for a table at the saloon.

Our next stop on this moving day was the little town of Twisp, Washington. We wanted to buy the iconic cinnamon roll at the Cinnamon Twisp Bakery. So Denisa jumped out of the pickup to run into the bakery as Mark drove by a few minutes before their closing time. The baker explained that they sold out of their famous cinnamon twists at about 10:15 that morning. When Denisa looked very disappointed, they sent her out the door with a free cookie as they closed the door for the day. It was a good stop after all!

To get to our final stop, it was thirty more miles that went slowly, since the speed limit was only 45 miles per hour. That speed limit was in effect because of the large deer population in this area. Just to impresss travelers that this speed limit was for their own good, they posted signs on the road indicating the number of deer accidents for the year. A local told us he saw a dead deer on the side of the road on his way to work each morning. After a full day with lots of stops, we pulled into Carlton RV Park before dark. After 5 nights with no hook-ups, we were looking forward to full hook-ups at this tiny RV park in this tiny town. We started washing clothes and charging our lithium battery and took long showers. The main draw to this little town was its proximity to the Methow River. We made the walk across the road to the swimming area on the river. It had been a long and interesting moving day with lots of good stops.

Kayaking Lake Diablo

We were on our last full day inside North Cascades National Park, and our plan was to go kayaking on the most beautiful turquoise green lake in the park--Lake Diablo. 

But we woke up to winds and unusually high temperatures. An extreme heat advisory started in the Pacific Northwest, and it was scheduled to continue for the next four days. This was about the same time that the midwest was finally getting relief from the 100+ degree heat they suffered through last week. So we stayed at the campground to make some plans for our path east towards home. We were trying to find a route to get us back into cool weather AND out of the smoke that was engulfing much of the map. That was a hard path to find in August! We had been so lucky to get to enjoy a cool smokeless path on the pre-determined westerly route that we reserved months ago. We've been blessed!

About noon we decided to drive to Lake Diablo just to see the white caps on the water. We were amazed to find it as smooth as glass!

So we aired up the kayak, and were on the water by 12:30. It was divine to be sitting in the middle of all that clear turquoise water surrounded by the grand mountains of the North Cascades!

We assumed we would have to stay in the protected arm of the lake close to the dock near South Colonial Creek Campground. But the water was still glassy when we got to the end of the arm and approached the boat passage notch.

We glided right through that notch and onto the main part of Lake Diablo. This was definitely the calmest we had seen this lake since we arrived at North Cascades National Park. After a windy morning, our timing couldn't have been better.

When you can take a picture with the surrounding mountains mirrored in the still water on a lake this big, you have certainly been blessed!

We paddled close to the tall rock walls that surrounded the lake. With temperatures in the 90s, and not a cloud in the sky, we were glad for the shade of the tall rock walls.

This part of the lake had inlets that provided unique camping opportunities. The dock at the end of this cove was the entrance to a campground that was only available to tenters that could paddle themselves and all their gear.

It was hard to take a picture that showed how tall the rock walls around us were. If you look closely, you can see a kayaker near the rocks to give a little sense of scale to the grandeur.

Those rock walls were covered with lichens and ferns that looked like velvet in a multitude of shades of green.

Mark was obviously happy to be the rudder man on this epic kayak trip today!

Lake Diablo was a long and narrow waterway that snaked its way between the mountains towards Ross Lake. We were paddling up the arm that would eventually come to an end at the tall dam that we hiked across yesterday. 

Along this arm of the lake were numbered signs that mapped our progress on the lake. At sign #10, Mark got out of the boat to stretch his legs.

That gave him the chance to take unusual pictures of Denisa alone in the kayak.

It was a little difficult to maneuver that long kayak from the front. But Denisa did manage to turn around and pick him up at #10.

While we paddled for miles, we only saw a hand-full of other kayakers on this big lake. We caught a picture of one of them in the sunlight beside another rock wall.

The only motorized boat allowed on Lake Diablo was the Diablo Ferry. It runs a route across the lake twice each day.

For a $10 ticket, it would take passengers across the lake for a scenic ride. Hikers also use the ferry to complete a one-way hike on the Diablo Lake Trail. It also transports tourists staying at the Ross Resort. After the ferry ride, resort guests would have to meet the portage crew to get their luggage and themselves to the very remote resort.

When we turned around at navigational sign #10, we had a little breeze to help push us back towards home. On the way back, we stopped off at a little island in the middle of the lake.

Mark took pictures of Denisa on Diablo Island . . .

while she took pictures of him kayaking solo.

The bald North Cascade Mountains were peeking over the tree-covered smaller mountains closest to the lake.

While it was 90 degrees and sunny, it was easy to cool off by putting a foot or a hand in the water. This lake was fed by snow melt from those tall mountains. We found that our foot would go numb in just seconds of touching the water. There were warning signs at the boat launch docks about the cold water temperature. If your boat capsized, you would turn into an ice cube in a hurry. Floating on top of water that cold was like sitting on an air-conditioner.

Even though we had been paddling for hours, we weren't ready to go home. So we paddled right past our launch point, and went down another arm of the lake.

We found these interesting ducks as the water got shallower. We guessed that these bright-eyed birds were youngsters.

They looked wide-eyed when compared to the calmer brown-eyed ducks that were perhaps more mature?

We paddled until the water was too shallow and the current from the river pouring into the lake got too swift to paddle against.

It was only then that we acknowledged we were at the end of the route and it was time to turn around and head back. For a day that started out hot and windy with few good outdoor alternatives, we certainly found a perfect kayak trip!

Back at the trailer, our batteries were less than 60%--the lowest we have seen so far. We also discovered that the solar panels weren't producing any amps even when the sun hit them. Mark had to reset the system. When that didn't work, he even turned off the battery switch and disconnected the battery. That lost our battery percentage history, but he finally got the solar panels to start charging again. We have enjoyed the flexibility of having solar power on this trip so much, but today our system had a little hiccup.

Cascade Pass Trail - Is this the best hike ever?

We had looked forward to the hiking in North Cascades National Park for a very long time, and we were finally living it. Let's just say it early, and many times: "We have wandered in more of God's wonders!"

Hiking in beautiful spots does come with some planning and an early alarm clock setting. We were up at 5:00 and left at 5:30 when the roads were still dark. The 38-mile trip to the trail head took us well over an hour to drive.

That's because the drive was on smooth Highway 20 for only 15 miles. Then we turned onto the winding narrow Cascades River Road for 10 miles. The next five miles was on even narrower washboard dirt roads with one lane bridges.

We drove the last 8 miles straight up the mountain on even narrower dirt roads filled with potholes. But by then we were seeing peeks of the peaks around us. When the views were this good out the pickup window on the drive, we knew we were approaching something really special!

Even waking up this early, we got one of the last spots in the parking lot at the trailhead. We have to say it was one of the prettiest parking lot mountain views ever!

We could hardly wait to get on the trail! It was 6:40 a.m. and 45 degrees, and we were ready to hike up a mountain.

The early morning sunshine was lighting up the mountain tops around us. In all the early morning pictures you will see us, almost in the dark in the shadow of the mountain.

We had to hike up 35 switchbacks to get to Cascade Pass. We were well up the mountain by the time we were in the sunshine with the beautiful views of the Cascade Mountains more at eye level.

Wow! We have wandered into more of God's wonders!

On this early morning departure, we had our clothes laid out and our backpacks already packed. We ate a quick bowl of cereal at the trailer, so Denisa was glad to have plentiful purple huckleberries for breakfast snacks along the way.

We also packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a morning snack on the trail. After years of hiking, it finally occurred to Denisa that trail berries would make a delightful addition to that PB&J. Yum!

After triumphing over the 35 switchbacks, we were at eye level to these jagged peaks, with their glaciers clinging to the sides.

The last mile of the trail was almost flat, traversing the side of the mountain. We were up above tree line, and still in the shade from the tall peaks east of us. 

These mountain-side sections were sometimes through fields of scree. That's the hiking term for the small rocks that have crumbled off the side of the mountain, leaving a difficult surface to walk through.

We almost always find marmots in these high elevation rocky sections. But this morning we also heard the squeaks of the tiny pikas that also make their homes in the rocks. Pikas are always quick to hide in the rocks and are almost impossible to photograph. But this magical morning, this pika posed on the rocks instead of scurrying away. While they look like a mouse, they are more closely related to the rabbit. That makes them even cuter to Denisa.

You can see our trail in the shade, and the sun-drenched mountain views. You can also see that we had the trail almost to ourselves this early in the morning.

It was easy to take pictures with no one else in them . . . at first.

We must have stopped for too many pictures, because the long line of hikers was catching up with us. The good part of that was we could trade picture-taking with others when we got to especially grand overlooks.

We were enjoying this beauty in late August, but it still looked and felt like springtime in the top of the Cascade Mountains. We hadn't seen such fresh spring wildflowers in a while.

Once we hiked around the bend, we had views of new mountains with even larger glacier fields clinging to their tips.

By zooming in to the glaciers, we could see some of the blue snow at their base. That blue color is an indicator of the age of the snow that never completely melts.

We got to our destination--Cascade Pass--at 9:30.

It soon became crowded at the pass. While it was harder to pose for a picture with no one else in it, it was also easier to find a photographer to snap a picture of us together.

From here, hikers could continue further into the mountains that stretched before us. We hadn't planned on that because those hikes entail a lot more elevation gain.

Another option is to continue to Sahale Glacier. That's the large flat glacier as we looked past Cascade Pass to the left. We probably should have pressed on to that destination. But our legs were already reminding us that we had tackled 1800 feet in elevation this morning. To continue to Sahale would be more miles, and more importantly--more  elevation gain.

But it was too beautiful and too early to just turn around and head back to the pickup. So instead of turning left on the trail to Sahale Glacier, we headed to the right and straight up the mountain.

We had read that mountain goats were often seen in this area, and we were determined to find some. We could tell this was one of their hang-outs, based on the fresh goat hoof prints we found on the side of the mountain.

We also found plenty of the winter fur they were shedding during their short summer season.

In search of mountain goats, we did our best mountain goat imitation and headed straight up that steep slope. We could see the trail of scree we traversed earlier now far below us. We could also see a steady stream of hikers coming up this popular trail.

We could also see the mountain peaks getting closer to our eye level as we climbed higher.

We found great mountain goat hide-outs. We happened upon three different ponds sitting on the side of the mountain, providing a perfect water source for animals.

While some of them looked quite grand, others were just tiny.

We had to do some bush-whacking to spot this little lake that hadn't been seen by human eyes in a while.

We couldn't say it often enough--we had wandered into more of God's wonders!

We were now next door to the glaciers we had been admiring all morning. We considered a little walk over to them. But distances are deceiving, and hiking through that scree would be brutal. We decided to enjoy them from this closer distance instead.

While Mark continued to scramble, Denisa was content to sit and rest on the rocks.

While she was resting, she was joined by a curious marmot. These inquisitive animals are easy to photograph.

While we had enjoyed huckleberries on the forested slopes earlier, these open valleys were filled with big beautiful blueberries. We sat and ate our picnic lunch, followed by a very fresh berry dessert.

We enjoyed having these views all to ourselves. We lingered in the mountains, and took way too many pictures of the views in every direction.

We were on top of that mountain when Mark got the message, "iPhone out of storage." We had literally filled his phone with beautiful pictures!

So we ate our picnic lunch and deleted duplicate pictures, and kept on taking more.

All the while we were hoping to see mountain goats. The amount of hair caught in the bushes was an indicator that they were close by.

The problem with bushwhacking up the side of the mountain was that it was harder to get back down. It was a tough climb getting back down to the pass after that mountain-top experience.

While we never spotted goats, we found our second pika of the day. After ten years of mountain hiking and only getting two pika pictures, we got two pika pictures on this special Cascade Pass Trail in one day.

We started the hike back down, now in the sunshine.

The sweeping views of the mountains and the glaciers made us feel very small. You can barely see Denisa in the bottom right corner of the picture below.

The marmots were awake on our trip down-hill. They are also called whistle-pigs, and they were whistling. When Mark whistled back, one marmot climbed up the rocks quite close to him.

Wildlife pictures on a cell phone are usually poor quality. But when the marmot was so close, even a cell phone can take a good picture.

As the trail went back into the trees, we got our last view of the mountains, even though they were no longer lit up by the early morning sunshine. Then we started the 35 switchbacks down on this gentle downhill slope. We hiked 9.8 miles with 2,165 feet in elevation gain. Our app also pointed out that we were moving for 5.5 hours.

Once back to the pickup, we saw that the parking lot was crowded with vehicles jammed into every small space. Then we counted 81 more cars parked along the road. This was a popular trail on a beautiful summer day. We left at 2:00, and the afternoon summer temperature was 74 degrees. Considering that the road doesn't open until July and will close again with the first early snow fall, this trail has a very short season for hikers. It was a long bumpy ride back down the road. We again crossed the one-lane bridge at Marblemount. We learned that this bridge was due for repairs and will be closed ten days from now, further shortening the hiking season this year. We were lucky and blessed to get to wander God's wonders today.

We stopped in the town of Marblemount for gas. The signs on the road warn that this was the last place for gasoline for 72 miles, so we knew to take advantage of getting gas now in this remote location. Likewise, we were taking advantage of hiking all we could during our visit to North Cascades National Park in its remote location. In the last few days we have taken two long hikes here that were very different and two hours apart. The mountains here provide very different views, and we consider both of these hikes two of our favorites of all time!