We had originally planned on a camping trip this weekend but with all the wild fires, bug reports and a shaky forecast we decided to stick with a day hike. This trail is a real charmer, it’s short, relatively easy and very scenic. It’s the kind of trail that you would bring along a friend or family member so you introduce them to the wonders of hiking.
I brought my sister and her asthmatic boyfriend here back in 1998. We got off to a late start and had to contend with relentless swarms of black flies and mosquitoes. We literally ran up the trail non-stop, as any break in our forward motion would result in ingesting a dozen of the nasty pests. We had bug spray but we quickly discovered that the can was virtually exhausted. When we finally reached the ridge we were physically spent and very itchy. The view was incredible but our stay was brief and we hurriedly descended. Needless to say my sister and her boyfriend never went hiking with us again.
Not wanting to repeat that experience we came prepared for battle this time around. We purchased two brand new bottles of bug juice, arrived early and wore long sleeve tops and pants. It all seemed to work as we hiked along at a leisurely pace and were completely unmolested by bugs. We reached the first meadows inside of thirty minutes; we were hot but still unbitten. We took a chance and striped off our outer layer, which also contained most of the repellant. It didn’t make a difference as incredibly there were no bugs!
We reached the ridge in about an hour, the meadows were lush and green but the mountains were nowhere to be seen. It was one of those partly cloudy days where the clouds are obscuring all the wrong parts. We saw only one other person and they quickly headed down the ridge away from Baker, we went in the opposite direction. We climbed over the first knoll then skirted passed the second whose summit is the turn around point for most day hikers.
At this point the trail splits with one leg riding the top of the ridge and the other slicing across the slope. Since it didn’t look like there would be much of a view we choose to stay low and explore Chowder Basin. We were soon rewarded as we noticed that the broad heather slopes were alive with numerous marmots. The trail rounded a corner and entered the broad basin which was resplendent with flowers, marmots and backed by a glaciated peak (albeit Mt.Hadley). The trail seemed to go on forever so we just picked a nice grassy spot for lunch and had a little nap.
The clouds never did burn off; in fact they kept pouring in until the ridge itself was obscured. We headed back and upon nearing the second knoll we encountered the hordes. Dozens of people were all packed into a half-mile of trail when ironically marmots and solitude were only a twenty-minute walk away. Upon reaching our vehicle we looked at the trail register to discover that thirty parties had started up after us. Hopefully many of these are just being introduced to hiking and they will learn to spread out. Until then…
Happy Hiking