We did a leisurely backpacking loop with a side trip to White/Red Pass, starting up Cady Creek #1501 and returning via Meander Meadows #1525. Although the Little Wenatchee Road was paved most of the way, the final 2 miles were horrendous for our 2-wheel-drive van, whose wheels struggled to ride atop ridges and straddle long ditches. I guess the fires in the region have diverted resources from road maintenance; next time I'll consider entering via Pass Creek, as did most non-through-hikers we encountered.
The drive to the TH from Seattle, including a non-hurried stop for lunch at the rock & roll cafe at Coles Corner, took us 4 hrs. From the trailhead the first 3.5 miles up Cady Creek were quite overgrown, a bit muddy despite the weeks of dry, hot weather, and not particularly charming. We camped at 3.5 miles near the creek, where there were several flat, clean campsites barely off the trail. The trail improved beyond the campsite and in approx 1.75 mi we reach the PCT and breathed a sigh of relief for the well groomed highway that it is.
Our second night we spent at Lake Sally Ann, a lovely tarn where in the past I had seen several bears, including a golden colored one, in the surrounding cliffs. I was disappointed to see none at all. The morning fog, rising from valleys below and then dissipating at the level of our camp, was a nice scene at breakfast. Continuing along the PCT was pleasant with surprises as mountains and ranges came into view and Glacier Peak finally emerged from the clouds. We remained on the PCT the next night to basecamp above Meander Meadow, with the intention of day hiking to White and Red Passes. An evening stroll up Kodak Peak brought great, clear views of the entire region. (At the sign that reads "Glacier Peak Wilderness" along the PCT, the trail that turns right goes up Poet's Ridge, while the left boot trail is an easy stroll up Kodak Peak that ends in a flat top with panoramic views). But that night the winds began, racing up the many valleys that led to our camp in the trees, howling gusts that pounced on our rainfly throughout the night.
The next day we waited some hours after breakfast for a break in the winds, which never really came, so we proceeded with less optimism that we'd reach Red Pass and return before the gales started with night force. I have never been able to figure out exactly where Indian Pass is, but certainly we passed it and then the junction with White River Trail, Kid Pond, and Reflection Pond with views of Monte Cristo Mtns and Sloan Peak, where I had previously camped. As we rounded meadows with views of White Mountain framed by patches of fall-colored huckleberry bushes, I knew why this hike has been on my repeat list for 22 years. And it only got better, especially when we reached the green meadowy shelf near the intersection with N. Fork Sauk trail. As we approached Red Pass, the wind had become gales and, tired of fighting it all day and knowing that soon we'd be returning in the dark, we reluctantly turned back toward our camp. The wind became even fiercer the second night and the relentless sound of wind ripping up all those valleys made for a fretfall night. Even the bear that I had been tracking on the meadow across from us and then just below the trail, seemed to be hiding from the wind.
The following morning, when winds somewhat subsided, we completed our loop via Meander Meadows. We descended down the first trail that intersected the PCT, although I could see that there was another trail on the opposite ridge that also descended to the meadow. (I thought that the trail descending to the other side of the meadow was the only trail that existed 22 yrs ago, but I could be wrong.) The views down were wonderful, with fading wildflowers and shrubs framing views of meandering water and lush soft green meadow. After passing through Meander Meadow proper, the trail became quite gutted from horses' hooves (we passed two horse parties) and I did not enjoy hiking the last few miles through avalanche swaths covered in very tall, overgrown large-leaf berry bushes and other foliage. It took 4 hrs to return from the PCT junction at Poets Ridge to the TH.
Then back to the rock-n-roll cafe for more chile. All in all, this loop with side trips has remained one of my favorites for decades and each time it seems a little different, sometimes more bears, sometimes more wildflowers, sometimes snow, but always memorable.