Coyote Wall

3/21/2105
We here in the Pacific Northwest are spoiled. Where else on earth will you encounter such a variety of scenery? We have lush evergreen forests full of cedar, fir, pine, spruce and hemlock. We have rivers and streams lined with maple, alder and poplar. We have mountains that give us their own versions of the above varieties; tempered to the altitude and harsher conditions. We have ocean shorelines of sandy beaches, rocky beaches with tide pools, and sheer cliffs. We have rain forests. We have desert. Then we have the Columbia gorge. Shaped by ancient glaciers as they flowed towards, then retreated from, our coastline. Cut by the once mighty Columbia River, now controlled to a docile nature by a series of hydro-electric dams.

Hiking in the gorge is a unique treat, and Coyote Wall trail didn't disappoint. Around every bend of the trail something new awaited me. From the imposing 300 ft tall wall itself to meadows of wildflowers, groves of mature oak trees to a cave tucked into a wall, the serenading song of a stream to the beauty of a waterfall. We played peek-a-boo with Mt. Hood, who would pop out from behind cloud cover, only to hide again, deep in a game of tag with the sun. We had rock formations of talus and basalt. And last, but certainly not least, there was the Columbia River, ever resplendent in her beauty. Each knoll and hill crest brought a new and more spectacular, awe-inspiring view of her.

 

There isn't a lot of elevation gain to be had on trails in the gorge, but there doesn't need to be. What there is, often comes all at once. The steepest portion of this particular trail leads you to the top of Coyote Wall, where you can look down over the edge. I'd like to point out that there was a vulture circling, whether on the hunt for small rodents or waiting for a tourist to lean over just a bit too far, I can't say for sure. The angle of that portion of the trail is very close to matching what we will face at the scree field of Mt St Helen ... and it was here that I labored. The muscles of my upper legs screamed for oxygen with each step towards the top. My lungs worked double-time, as did my heart, to provide them oxygen-rich blood, which I just don't have. I had to stop, gasping for breath, a few times, but made it all the way. As is evidenced by this writing, I wasn't carried off by the vulture to a nearby oak grove. Although my gasping for air probably attracted him, the size of my pack apparently deterred him. It's probably a good thing I didn't wave around any of the jerky I had in there.

Through this early season of conditioning I have had more difficulty with going downhill than up. Other than a fun little skid on some loose scree on my descent from atop Coyote Wall, I had no trouble. When Holly hauled my trekking poles out of my pack and handed them to me, I didn't really need them for anything more than keeping me from skidding the rest of the way down on my butt. No, I'm not known for my grace. My knees, hips and quads seemed to be handling the stress and strain better than they would have a month ago and I can feel my strength gradually building.

Two days later my muscles ache a bit, which I totally expect. Back, thighs and knee muscles are feeling the exertion. I left my knee support at home, but did fine without it on this trail, and have no joint pain at all. I still need to work on strengthening my upper legs and hip flexors, but progress is being made. I think, by September, I'll be able to say "I got this."

Distance hiked: 8 miles
Elevation gain: 1200 ft

Lena Lake

March 14, 2015

Let me start off by saying Rangers lie. I've been making that statement for about 20 years now. Long ago my then-8-yr-old son and I attempted a hike to Lake Angeles via the Switchback Trail. The trailhead sign said it was five miles. The ranger we met along the trail assured us we were almost there. After 4 hours of hiking we still weren't there. A trail marker said we had 1.5 miles left to go. We hiked another hour and gave up. It was decided then that rangers lie. The trail markers are all wrong because they're placed by the rangers, who lie. Trail guides - uh huh, written by rangers. Guess who draw the maps? Yep, rangers. To this day, we have never found Lake Angeles and are pretty much convinced it doesn't exist. You've hiked to it you say? We say you hiked to a body of water you thought was Lake Angeles, because Lake Angeles doesn't exist.

All the trail guides say that the trail to Lower Lena Lake is five miles. I've naively believed that distance because the trail guide said so, but when I last hiked to Lena Lake, it felt like so much more. This past weekend my friend Chris M. and his son joined me on a hike to Lena Lake ... and Chris was armed with a GPS trail tracker. His GPS claimed a little over 7 miles. I know I average 2 mph hiking a moderate trail such as the Lena Lake trail, and we hiked 3.5 hours. Even by my less than impressive math skills, 2x3.5=7. (Mrs. Hoag will be impressed) My affirmation that rangers lie stands.

That said, we had a great hike. It rained on us the most the way up the 18 or so switchbacks to the lake, but it was a light rain and we were appropriately layered. This is, after all, the PNW. If you're afraid of hiking in the wet, you're going to spend your life on the couch. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with sitting on the couch - for some it's not an option - I'm just saying it's not the life for me.

This trail never fails to deliver. From picturesque log bridges and a cascading waterfall to awesome granite outcroppings and humongous boulders, not to mention a forest full of trees, there are plenty of opportunities for photos. The trail very consistently climbed 1300 feet from the trailhead to the lake, which was beautiful. She lays tucked into the surrounding peaks and reflects their images back to them like a mirror. Her surface was rippled by a chilly breeze when we were there, setting some logs afloat as though they were ships destined for the opposing shore. The sun peeked its face through the clouds and gave us a preview of our afternoon's weather.

It's a well-worn trail and only rough (rocks & roots) for the bottom 1/4 mile or so, therefore I had no trouble ascending. Up is not usually my problem, although I usually need to stop for a breather from time to time - due to a lifetime issue with chronic anemia, my muscles don't get enough oxygen. Even at that, I didn't feel myself struggling with the ascent. After a lunch break at the lake, we started down and I pulled out my trekking poles, which help take some of the strain off my joints. I also wore an elastic knee support, which helped tremendously. I'm not positive, but I think I maintained our uphill pace on the return. I felt very much accomplished when we reached the trailhead, as my legs and back were doing great.

I had to take some Advil for some after-activity soreness in the knees Saturday evening, and my hips kept me from sleeping soundly Sunday, but otherwise my body hasn't complained. I am so glad that I am taking the time to gradually and consistently condition for our "big" climb. As soon as I have a few extra $$, I will be ordering some copper knee sleeves which will hopefully help even more. I'm scoring this hike a total success!

Dosewallips State Park

February 28, 2015

This weekend's trip wasn't one of distance or elevation gain, but one of overall conditioning with weight. I loaded my pack heavier than usual and hefted it onto my back for a 5-mile trek through the many trails that dissect Dosewallips State Park. I was joined by my wonderful sister, by good friend Lori, and by two of my awesome grandkids - Buster and Cupcake. At eight years old, Buster has already logged a good number of miles hiking with Nana and has one mountain summit under his belt. This was Cupcake's first real hike, and she kept up like a champ. The weather was beautiful, making the hike even more enjoyable.

The Dosewallips trails loop around, intersect each other, and run all through the park. We walked for a short time along the Dosewallips River, then through some beautiful second growth forest. A portion of the time we were on the old railroad grade, and followed the route of the 'steam donkeys' of days gone by. This area was logged back in the early 1900's and small steam locomotives were used to haul the trees down off the hills, thus the term 'steam donkey'. It is richly steeped in history as portions of the trail were trade passages of the local natives that interconnect and cross the Olympics.

After hiking the trails at the state park, we took a side trip down the road to Rocky Brook Falls. We followed the short trail out to the base of the cascading waterfall. The kids enjoyed playing in the pool and climbing on the big rocks. For me it was the chance to stretch my legs without the weight of my pack.

My body seemed to handle the additional weight well, but then I rather expected it would on this trail due to the negligible elevation gain. I was able to maintain a fair pace with little effort. What surprised me was that the kyphosis in my back didn't affect my ability to carry the extra weight, which was a big plus. Portions of the trail had roots and rocks that had to be navigated, so gave my body a workout with twisting and sideways stepping. My hip flexor ached a bit overnight from the exertion, but worked itself out within a few minutes of waking. Two days later, my left knee is bothering me on deep bends and twists, but it's not overly painful. It may be wise to start wearing knee supports to ward off any permanent damage. My body seems to be bouncing back more quickly from our little adventures, which is encouraging.

Total mileage: 5
Elevation gain: 250' +/-