This is one of my preferred ""conditioning"" hikes in the Seattle area. Why? It can be fairly long (14 miles round trip), it has a 4000 foot elevation gain, you can do it pretty much year round and it usually has few if any other hikers on it this time of year, which means that there won't be many witnesses to the sometimes embarassing state of my physical condition. In addition to all that, Teneriffe has never failed to supply me with exposure to every possible weather condition that a hiker might face, so its a great chance to find out if that jacket really is rainproof, if those new Polartec socks are actually warmer than your cozy old wool ones or if you really can put on your snowshoes while facing a gale force wind on a 45 degree incline.
The hike is really on an old forest road, not a trail, though near the top, the trees and bushes are closing in on it, making it feel more like a trail every year. Its also a rough road, in many places assembled with large rocks that make for difficult footing and it can actually be more difficult coming down if you have weak or strained knees.There is lots and lots of runoff this year from the mountain, so there is water on the road in places, but it is minor. The creeks and streams of runoff are beautiful right now, running very hard.
I started out the walk in cloudy misty, weather, but at about 1400 feet, a serious hailstorm hit and I tossed on a coat. Then, the sun came out and I had blue skies and got so hot I had to peel off some layers and don sunglasses. Then, at about 2500 feet, the wind started up and I began to get lite snow, joining a previous dusting that was clinging to the side of the road. At about 3000 feet, I hit the level that had remained under snow and I put on my snowshoes. It was tough going from that point on up. Hikers must have been through here when the snow was soft and melting, because today their old steps were all frozen imprints making walking difficult. Then. . .when I neared the ridge, our wonderfully schizoid weather hit me again. First gentle, beautiful snow. But that didn't last. It turned into a wicked blizzard powered by a wind that blasted up the side of the mountain. I threw all my snow clothes back on and continued along the ridge near the top at around 4200 feet, but I found myself above a clear cut area with the frozen snow blasting me against the mountainside. I stopped to decide whether to continue on or not while I scarfed down a snack and some water. When I was finished, I turned to look back at my progress and through the curtain of snow, I could see that my tracks had become completely obscured already by new snow. It was time to go back.
And just to make sure that I got a taste of ALL our local weather options. . . it started raining!