The view of Image Lake with the northeast face of Glacier Peak in the background is probably the most photographed scene in the Cascades more than three miles from a trailhead. Still, even the incredible beauty the namesake image portrays does not substitute for the experience. The smell of flowers, wind through your hair causing ripples on the lake, the shrill call of dozens of marmots echoing three or four times around the basin, and the bugs; oh god the bugs.
To be honest, the image of Mt. Shuksan from Picture Lake near Heather Meadows is probably slightly more aesthetic than this. What you do not see in that picture though, is that a road winds its way all the way around the lake. The beauty of Image Lake is that it is wild; as wild, wilder than the picture can portray. If you go, particularly on a weekday, you will know what I mean.
I started this trip the same stupid way as many before; spur of the moment. ""Sure, I can hike 40 miles by myself in three days. What's the problem'"" Hey, I only have three days off from work. I'm already taking an extra two days off next week to go to the Enchantments. I just HAD to spend at least one night (which in this case means two) at the lake itself for its namesake photography. So, I'd hike the 12, 15, 16, or 17 miles to the lake the first day (depending on your source) which gains at least 5000 feet (including the many ups and downs along the Suiattle River). Then, the second day, I'd hike to Cloudy Pass and maybe Cloudy Peak (another 12 or 13 miles) and catch the sunset at the lake again. I knew the hike out the third day would be painful on already sore feet, but I did not know what I was in for.
Lots of cars at the Suiattle trailhead (on a Tuesday'). Maybe I wouldn't have the perfect weekday solitude at the lake that I was hoping for (I was right). The path starts out innocently enough (take the trail not the road to the right of the trail). Wide immaculately maintained level tread in a huge wilderness area next to the rushing waters of the Suiattle. It stays this way to the junction with the Milk Creek Trail about a mile up. From here on are the ever present ups and downs that will gain you only 1000 feet in the 10 miles to the Image Lake junction. It feels like much more. Fortunately the trail quality stays nearly immaculate allowing for a steady mindless pace.
I am all for the theory that valleys should be given the same wilderness status as their adjoining ridges, but even I have to admit, this valley is BORING! The forest is not particularly inspiring, and as soon as you're tired of the river, you'll have to find something else to keep yourself entertained. There are only a couple interesting things about this walk: the nifty suspension bridge over Canyon Creek (now THAT's woodcraft), and the abrupt change in your surroundings after Canyon Creek at 6.5 miles. All of a sudden, it appears that you've switched to the east side of the crest. The trail is very dusty and you're surrounded by open pine and fir forest. Different...
DO NOT make the mistake I did. Just because there are numerous small creeks across the trail before Canyon Creek does not mean there will be after. The forest is much much drier and the few tiny creeks there now look like they will dry up soon. Drink your fill at Canyon Creek, then fill up your water bottles. Fill an extra one or two if you plan to camp between here and Image Lake, just in case. Soon enough, at about 10 miles, you come to a junction. The left trail leads to Miners Ridge and Image Lake. The right continues along the river to the PCT which makes its way over Suiattle Pass. There are a couple good campsites here with questionable all summer water.
When you're ready for a workout of body and mind, continue up the left trail towards Image Lake. The switchbacks pull you in at first. They wind at a fairly easy grade through forest shady enough so you won't cook (except on VERY hot days). If you're like me, you'll start to think, ""Hey, this isn't that bad, what's all the fuss about'"" Be forewarned, the grade gets steeper, the switchbacks longer, and the trail hotter well before you reach the ridge. Just to pass the time, you can count the regularly spaced switchbacks. There are 26 on the lower part. The last few are considerably steeper and longer than the first many. At this point, you cross what are creeks now-maybe only creek beds in two weeks. Soon you come to another junction with another trail leading to Suiattle Pass (is this really necessary').
The steeper and longer trend started on the last few lower switchbacks continues on the 12 upper ones. Two of the last three switchbacks leading to the ridge are VERY long. This is heartbreaking at the end of such a long climb. At least the trail is still nearly perfect and there is no snow here, or anywhere else along the trail. Finally you reach the ridge. If you have the energy, walk the short distance to your left to the Miners Ridge Lookout Tower and chat with the retired couple volunteering there this entire summer. They can fill you in on a lot of useful information about the area, including where to get the best views. After this take the trail to the right toward the lake losing a few feet in elevation during the .6 mile or so to the lake. This part is through incredible flower fields that stretch all along Miners Ridge right now.
Finally, you arrive at the lake. So small, so fragile. Doesn't seem like much of a ""destination."" You'll see why it is when the sun sets. It took me from 11:30 in the morning till about 8:30 in the evening to reach the lake. The climb took everything I had, mentally and physically. I think that says something because I'm in the best shape of my life right now and the hike up Dickerman last week was, well, easy. I arrived at the lake right at sunset. Like I said before, I didn’t care, I just wanted to sleep. So I did. The campground is just maybe an eighth of a mile south of the lake. The first few campsites have the best views, but have the disadvantage of people constantly walking through your living room. I dropped down a little ways to larger campsites in a stand of subalpine fir.
My planned trip to Cloudy Pass didn’t really work out. Just the mild climb out of the lake basin showed me just how sore and fatigued I was. I decided to wander around the lake basin for the day instead. I highly recommend scampering up one of the small peaks to the north of the lake. The one to the northeast looks a little easier. From here, views to the north and east greatly improve. Dome Peak makes itself plainly visible to the north. Jagged rocky peaks of the Lyman Lakes area rake the sky to the east.
Now it was time to photograph the sunset. There is something so pure and beautiful about photographing the mountains. For once, the weather cooperated almost perfectly. I am very anxious about how the pictures will turn out.
Now for the long, painful day out. My feet were already sore and somewhat blistered. You cannot know how much I would have liked to stop for the night at Canyon Creek Campground. Unfortunately, I told my mom I’d be out on Thursday and I didn’t want a search party coming up looking for me. So, I took some pain medicine and fought my way out. My 1978 Oldsmobile never looked so beautiful. But even that didn’t compare to the sight of McDonalds on the way home.
A word to the wise: don’t try to do this trip as I did. Take at least four or five days. Two days up, two days down, and however long you want on top.