Jim and I had a very short but wonderful trip to Leavenworth just over a week ago. One night, two delightful hikes. We almost didn’t go, but I am so glad we did. Not only was it a good break from the constant drama that seems to be our life now, but it turns out, it also might be the last hiking we do together for several months.
I postponed a blog post about this until after the long holiday weekend, thinking that many people would be out either enjoying the great weather or attending services in remembrance of loved ones. But on Monday, my husband had a nasty little accident (honestly, no alcohol involved) with a fire. It had been going well but he got tired at the end and a little careless. He now has second degree burns on his left elbow, wrist, and a really big one of the outer leg, from just below his knee to a few inches above his ankle. He is lucky in many ways–it could have been much worse, but he had the presence of mind to stop, drop, and roll (yes, those childhood lessons do help) and he had a running hose readily available. Sadly, his hiking days are over for awhile.
It’s been hard to start this post, but it is, after all, a blog about dealing with cosmic crap. It happens to all of us. I’ve been depressed this week (more so than usual), thinking about how our summer plans will be changed dramatically, but honestly, this kind of stuff happens to all of us. I just need to suck it up and move forward. At the least, I can share some words and images from our little trip–sharing some spectacular scenery (though from comments I’ve heard from friends, my husband and I may be the only people in Washington that haven’t been to Icicle Canyon before!).
Our first hike was the Eight Mile Lake hike. What an interesting hike! We saw mountain goats, chipmunks, and a marmot who posed quite a bit for us. Wildflowers were blooming in abundance (lovely to see as it’s still early here on the west side of the mountains!). The landscape is a fascinating glimpse of the incredible power of the elements. Earth, wind, fire, and water have been at work here, reshaping the environment. The water is flowing fast and furious and you can always hear its roar from the trail. There was still quite a bit of it on the trail itself but only a tiny bit of snow left way up by the lake. Cold and windy at the lake, but we managed to find a nice protected spot (near the marmot) for a quick lunch before heading back down. Ended the hike with some beautiful Western Tanagers flying around the parking area.
We took it easy the second day, as we had a long drive home ahead of us that afternoon. The Icicle Gorge Trail is a very pleasant four-mile stroll up one side of the river and back down the other. As with every “creek” we saw in Icicle Canyon, the water was raging, and spectacular to view! This day was warmer and not as windy so the bugs were out, especially in one marshy section of the trail. Once you got through that, it wasn’t bad at all. Again, lots of wildflowers everywhere, including an abundance of fairy slippers. We had lunch on a wooden bridge about halfway through the hike and spent some time there watching a water ouzel in the creek.
Honestly, you can’t miss in Icicle Canyon–everywhere you look it is stunningly beautiful. Lots of campgrounds and trails and climbing areas and river rafting (and on and on). An outdoor paradise for sure.