Olympics Hiking
Klahane Ridge - July 16, 2006
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Sandy and I were on the Olympic peninsula on vacation.
We were using Port Angeles as a base. The day before had been cool
and overcast. We spent it at the Sequim Lavender festival and
bought enough stuff to fill up the car for the ride home. We were
planning to leave for Vancouver Island, but Sandy was up early and
noticed that the weather looked perfect. We decided to drive up to
Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park and do a hike. It turned
out to be sunny and warm - you can't pass up a day like that in the
Olympics! They get more rain than any other spot in the
continental United States.
Although the view from the Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center is great, we
wanted to hike. We walked toward Mt. Angeles on the Klahane Ridge
trail. We didn't have to go far to leave behind the crowds that
are in the parking lot. It was a little over four miles each way
to the low saddle on Klahane Ridge that let us see over to Puget Sound
and the Cascades. Although we only gained 800 feet net elevation,
which sounds easy, we estimated that the gross elevation gain was more
like 1500 hundred feet, most of which we had to repeat on the way out.
There were several major ups and downs on the ridge. Still, a
great hike.
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A warm, sunny day in the Olympics!
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We were in shorts and t-shirts, but
there was still snow in shady spots even at this elevation (about
5000 feet).
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Sandy was wearing her convertibles and
opted for shorts right after only a few minutes on the trail.
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I hiked most of this trail a few years ago as an approach to Mt.
Angeles. It is a scramble peak which I climbed by myself in
2003. |
Can't ask for a better day than this.
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The route follows the ridge in the
foreground. Mt. Angeles is the peak on the left with the rocky
summit. We hiked to the saddle which is the low point to the
right of Mt. Angeles.
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Steve in a field of avalanche lilies.
There must have been millions of them in this meadow.
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There were lots of Indian Paintbrush,
but some were an unusual magenta color. The only other time I
had seen this color was on another hike in the Olympics - High
Divide.
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A view of Mt. Angeles. The trail follows the ridge to the base
of the rocky area. From there it goes right and climbs to the
saddle. The climbers route goes to the left and winds around
and up the summit rocks from the left. |
There were great views into the interior of the Olympics from all
along the ridge. |
The saddle is visible from here, but is still a mile and a half
away. It is about 700 feet higher. What's not visible is
that the trail drops several hundred feet before starting up again
to the saddle. |
The flowers were spectacular, especially on the last long climb up
to the saddle. There have only been one or two hikes we have
ever done where we have seen as many flowers or as many different
flowers as on this hike. With a cool, rainy climate, the
Olympics are plant heaven. |
Another hiker took our picture together at the saddle. In the
background are Mt. Olympus and the heart of the Olympic range. |
Looking over Klahane Ridge to Puget Sound. |
Looking at the summit of Mt. Angeles from the saddle. This
isn't the easy way. Too steep for such crumbly rock.
Incredibly, we saw someone descend this route while we were resting
at the saddle. |
Looking back over our route from the saddle. Hurricane Ridge
Visitor Center and the trail head are just over the ridge in the
foreground. You can see the road winding around to it on the
left. The trail goes to the right and then follows the ridge
in the middle of the picture. |
Steve risks life and limb to get a picture of the vicious squirrel
that chased Sandy away from her lunch spot. |
Steve strikes an intrepid pose in the rocks at the saddle. |
Looking down towards Port Angeles, the Strait of Juan de Fuca and
Vancouver Island.
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Puget Sound and Mt. Baker in the Cascades. |
Time to start back. |
An example of the variety of colorful flowers all along the trail. |
Sandy passes through a meadow filled with flowers. More purple
than at the Lavender Festival the day before. |
On the way back we came across a mama goat with her baby. They
were right along the trail and didn't have any fear of people. |
A deer on the trail. It didn't seem to be afraid of people
either. |
Another picture of the fauna (or is it just a fawn). |
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