With summer disappearing, world events plastered on the TV and three days between commitments, I headed for the mountains on my first ever solo backpack trip. Good weather was still holding so I thought to try the High Divide Trail.
I'd never been to the Sol Duc and was pleased to find such a beautiful valley. Starting out on the Sol Duc River Trail, I followed the very wide, heavily used portion to the falls and the old cabin, then diverted to the way less traveled up the river. The trail wandered up and down through elegant old growth forest for 4 miles until the junction with the Appleton Pass Trail. This section had about 5 - 6 marked campsites.
Beyond the junction, the trail crossed Rocky Creek, arriving at one of the larger camps, Seven Mile Camp. The route was climbing gradually in this section and began to break out of the deep forest cover into more open forest. It crossed the river on a high log bridge and got down to climbing. By another log crossing of Bridge Creek, the trail had come out to park, broken strips of forest and meadows of huckleberries and heather. Need I say that the berry fest was going strong. It took a lot of berry breaks to get me up the last section to Soleduck Park.
Soleduck Park had a nice camp, with 6 sites, one a group site. A summer ranger station is located there, which was due to close this week. I choose a nice site by the creek and set up camp, visiting with my neighbors while getting some water. I later joined them for a evening chat session. I must say that hiking solo did not mean I was hiking alone; I met lots of nice people on the way.
Next day, I started up to the High Divide, climbing up through Soleduck Park, which kept opening up into wide meadows until reaching Heart Lake. There was another nice camp at the small lake. A doe and two fawns wandered by while watched by curious hikers. The views kept improving.
At this time, I joined up with a young couple, Jonathan, who works for WTA and his wife. We hiked together on and off throughout the day. As we reached the summit, the massiff of Mt. Olympus came into view. Wow! I know it was rare to see the mountain at all and felt fortunate to be so close. We could see Cat Peak, the Bailey Range and what I thought was Mt. Fromm (Hayden Pass) and Anderson in the distance. The Hoh River was down, down, down in a hole. Interesting to be able to have a sort of bird's view of a climbing route.
The hike along the High Divide was a delightful ramble. The Seven Lakes Basin was soon in view, with more and more lakes becoming visible. It is quite a beautiful place. I can see why the area is so popular. From the scarity of plants in some areas, it was clear that snow can hang in late on the northern slopes of the basin.
We reached the knife-edge ridge junction with the Hoh Lake Trail. From the reports of a few hikers, I had heard that at least 7 bears, including a sow and two youngsters, had been sighted at the Lake. Fortunately I was headed in the opposite direction. As we dropped down into the Basin, Jonathan and his wife headed off to Lunch Lake and myself to a solitary campsite at little Round Lake. I had the place to myself, a great way to ground and gain some balance after the recent week's events. Nothing like huckleberry picking and listening to marmots and waterfalls to soothe the spirit.
Next day, it was out via the remainder of the High Divide Trail to Deer Lake and then back to the Sol Duc Trailhead. The Divide Trail traversed for close to two miles and then dropped through open country past some tarns. This section of trail was in the process of receiving some major construction work. I might add that the trails in the entire area were meticulously well kept.
By the time I approached Deer Lake the weather was closing in with a heavy on and off drizzle. I took some time at the lake, but did not linger and dropped down the rocky grade to the Sol Duc by mid-afternoon. The wet weather was not at all depressing; the forest was glowing with a soft light and life. My feet and I were glad, however, to reach the river crossing and zoom up the final stretch to the trailhead and my waiting car. Then it was to Port Angeles for some dinner and home. It was a great trip to a beautiful place. Also, by starting on a Sunday, I was able to miss the crowds of dayhikers who love the area on the weekends.
Happy hiking!