TL;DR Trail Report: Basalt Pass trail easy to follow to Rampart Mountain, at which point you may want to consult the map occasionally until on the other side of 5th of July Pass. Clear from there to Larch Lakes. Pomas Creek trail (1453) easy to follow until entering burn near Ice Creek. From there, the bushwhacking is ashy but not difficult. Ice Creek trail mostly logged to Ice Lakes. Carne High Route simple to follow (in daylight). Recommend taking the high scree traverse from Freezer Pass. Old Gib trail (1528) easy to follow other than brief stretches as you circumnavigate the peak itself. From the ridgeline south of Old Gib to the trailhead is a nightmare of downed trees.

Long Version:

I had originally conceived of this loop to get to Ice Lakes without taking the burned-out Entiat Valley, with the bonus of needing only one car. That original iteration departed via the Rock Creek (1509) or Basalt Peak (1515) trails. Reports of terrible post-fire jackstraw lodgepole on Basalt Peak were not appealing and my dear friend Tanner was able to join with a second car, so we opted to depart from the Basalt Pass trail (1530) instead, shaving off a few miles and a 1000 ft. Aside from Ice Lakes, our primary objectives were to climb Mt. Maude and Seven Fingered Jack (7FJ), two of the tallest non-volcanic peaks in Washington (both top 9000 ft.)

Day 1 (13.2 miles, 7149 ft):

The trail to Basalt Pass was logged out and in good shape. We walked over Peak 6351 and Peak 6754 (Basalt Ridge), pausing frequently to admire the sea of peaks to the south dramatized by a light smoke haze in the valleys. Small plumes from the two fires near Lake Wenatchee were visible, but smoke would not become an issue until later in the trip.

We reached the Garland Peak trail around lunchtime. Much of this portion of the ridgeline is a moonscape of light pumice and alpine buckwheat, with a lot of (relatively) healthy-looking whitebark pines. Clark’s Nutcrackers were hard at work doing—what else?—cracking open cones. We admired the impressive north face of Garland Peak while we ate, then ambled over to the summit, which amounted to a roughly 90-minute detour. We wanted to get to Larch Lakes by dark, so we bypassed Devils Smokestack and walked up Rampart. Cow Creek Meadows, visible from the summit, appears to be a very large fen. Definitely worth further investigation! We dropped back down from Rampart, then followed the trail downhill nearly 1500 ft before continuing on to the north.

We were low on water at this point, so our despair at losing so much elevation turned to delight at the sound of a small stream burbling out of the basin below Rampart. There was also an obscenely large fire ring just inside the Glacier Peak Wilderness boundary. We followed switchbacks up through luscious larch groves to Fifth of July pass, where we debated running up to the peak. At this point it was roughly 6pm and we were not sure how followable the remainder of the trail to Larch Lakes would be (as it passed through some burned areas and steep slopes). We had already had brief trouble locating it at the pass, before finding it about 30-50m upslope from the map we were following. We opted to leave 5th of July peak for another day and continued on. As it was, the trail ended up being exceedingly navigable. I somewhat rued bypassing the peak, but we were treated to an enormous stand of beautiful larches, including some of the largest (larchest?) I’ve ever seen, as well as beautiful light on Rampart.

After reaching the intersection with the Cow Creek Meadows trail (1404) we began noticing very large tire marks that could only have been left by an e-bike or dirt bike. We began avidly day dreaming about the brutal vengeance we would exact on these besmirchers of the wilderness. Toss the bike in Larch Lake? Too much toxic battery in the lake. How about slashing the tires? That’s more like it, then they have to push the dastardly device out of the woods with their own two feet. [Tanner later reported dreaming of a high speed chase in which we pummeled the defilers with rocks].

We reached Upper Larch Lake and the surrounding expanse of incredibly flat meadows around dusk. Its reputation as a beautiful destination is well-earned. We spied a couple of headlamps in the next grove of trees from where we set up camp, but never made contact. I did confirm that they were not in possession of any monstrous machines, however.

Day 2 (10.8 miles, 4439 ft):

Day 2 was our “rest day”, so we got a casual start from camp, leaving around 8 AM. We regained the ridgeline via the Pomas Creek Trail (1453) and hiked north along the west face. The trail was narrow in places, but nothing was particularly loose. The smoke was still only a minor issue and the morning views to the west were lovely. We wrapped around through Pomas Pass, finding the first of many lion tracks that we would see over the remainder of the trip. The trail remained easy to follow as we descended into the Pomas Creek drainage, but it is beginning to be reclaimed by shrubs and small trees, particularly in the avalanche chute shrublands. Further down, we remained on trail as we sidehilled into a lobe of the 2012 Wenatchee Complex fires, but as soon as the trail turned to switchbacks it disappeared into powdery ash and early seral shrubs. Luckily, many of the dead trees had yet to fall, so the clambering was not excessive. We followed a few game trails, but mostly used brute force to slowly descend to a lovely camp at the confluence of Ice and Pomas Creeks. The sun in the exposed burn had taken it out of us, so we had a long lunch and a brief doze before crossing Ice Creek and gaining the Ice Creek trail (blessedly logged with the help of WTA). We broke out into increasingly steep meadows and ascended to Lower Ice Lake. Tanner briefly moved at an incredible rate in this section, but that was due to a flurry of yellowjacket stings. We carried on around the north shore Lower Ice Lake and continued to the even larger upper lake. Words don’t do justice to the beauty of these lochs. After dropping our packs, we were just able to get in a quick swim before the sun descended behind the Entiat ridgeline.

We set up camp on the east shore off the lake. As we lay on the pumice, Mount Maude and Marmot Pyramid gazed down on us through the moonlight.

Day 3 (9.5 miles, 6440 ft):

The going was slow in the early morning, but only because we kept stopping to take pictures in the gorgeous morning light. We followed the south shore of the lake, crossed the outlet (headwaters of Ice Creek), and stepped out onto a resplendent snowfield “delta” of meandering streams, vibrant moss, and alpine wildflowers rushing to complete their reproductive business in the brief window of time allotted to them. There were three goats on the more direct route up to Freezer Pass, so we opted not to bother them and instead looped around more to the north to gain the bench below the ridgeline. We ran into a small flock of white-tailed ptarmigan just before reaching the bench. Unlike their beefier grouse brethren from lower elevations, these little cuties refused to be flushed. In retrospect we could have dropped our packs here and headed up to Maude, but I had forgotten that the “South Ridge” route does not actually leave directly from Freezer Pass, so we ended up going up there and caching our camping equipment, before backtracking. The ascent of Maude was straightforward and breathtaking. The broad south shoulder is covered with alpine turf dominated by Dunhead sedge, spikenard sedge, Lobb’s lupine, silky phacelia, and a great array of other graminoids and flowers I ruefully lacked the time to confidently identify. True alpine plant communities are rare in the Washington Cascades, which largely vacillate between too low and too steep too harbor these beautiful ecosystems.

We lingered at the top to name peaks and snap photos, noting a fire plume that seemed to be blowing up somewhere near Darrington (perhaps the Boulder Lake fire?). We then debated our path to 7FJ. We were not confident enough in our beta regarding the shortcut that begins by descending the west gully, so we opted to go the long way round via Freezer Pass and the Carne High Route. The trail up from Leroy Basin is well worn until reaching the meadow at ~6800ft. At this point, it turns to choose your own adventure mode.

We ascended via the track mapped on Caltopo, which worked well enough until we got to the bivy spots below late-lying snow at about 7800 ft. Here the track essentially makes a beeline to the summit. We ascended on loose Olympics-esque scree for some time and generally found it easier to drop lower than the mapped “trail”. The sun was fierce on the SW-facing slope and I started to bonk at about 8600 ft. It had already been a long day and I was starting to get in my head about the loose conditions, so I opted to stop. I shouted at Tanner, a bit upslope of me, and he let me know that he was going to proceed to the summit. We had some bad communication at this point, as we did not confirm where we would meet up again. I sat down, ate a snack, and drank some water while I decided whether to descend to the bivy spots we’d passed or stay put and wait for Tanner. Moments later, I rock the size of a Frigidaire careened down the slope a hundred meters to the NW. I never saw it stop. I yelled at Tanner to make sure he was OK, but was unable to contact him. Then a couple of other folks popped their heads over the ridge in the midst of their descent. They had kicked loose the rock from a point downslope of where Tanner had gone, which was a relief, but they also confirmed that I had pointed Tanner towards a false summit before we had parted ways.

I began descending to the bivy spots at 7800 ft. and a short time later was able to make visual and vocal contact with Tanner as he descended from the summit. We were a good distance apart, however, and communication was difficult. He shouted that a better trail than the one we’d ascended was to his right (to the west), but I misunderstood and just thought he meant that it was easier to swing out wider from the ridgeline, but to otherwise descend the way we’d come. I returned to the bivy spots, filled my water, and casually watched the slopes for further signs of Tanner’s descent—then groaned as I saw that he was far off and hiking down a more westerly ridge, across a large ravine. There are many paths and wayward cairns on the shoulders of 7FJ. Thankfully, Tanner was able to pick his way down and meet me at about 7200 ft. We were grateful to be reunited and immediately began compiling our list of lessons learned. Tanner regretted splitting the party and I vowed to be clearer in my communication. Next time I’ll also return for a morning ascent, girded for the loose conditions, with a helmet, and with a better idea of the ideal route.

We got back to the Carne High Route at about 6:30 PM. Our original plan was to get as far as Carne Mountain today, which would have meant a minimum of 5 and a half additional miles. That seemed out of the question, so we decided to return to Freezer Pass for our gear and then take the next available bivy location. We backtracked along the route and topped off our water at the first drainage to the south of the 7FJ climber trail, being unsure of water availability further along the route (there ended up being regular streams for the duration of the route). The smoke had become steadily worse all day and the setting sun glowered through the haze near Glacier Peak. We finally trudged back up to Freezer Pass, marking our 3rd trip to that gap in one day (a record?!). We gathered up our things and proceeded just as darkness was falling at about 8 PM. From Freezer Pass, there is a more direct route that crosses steep scree to a saddle a bit below 7400 ft, but it was too difficult to find in the dark. Instead, we dropped into the small basin west of the pass and camped on a small knoll of exposed pumice at about 6900 ft.

Here I made my last mistake of the day: drinking two shares of whiskey by myself, as Tanner was not feeling like a nightcap.

Day 4 (17.4 miles, 4547 ft):

We had thought that Day 3 was our “big day”.

I awoke to a bourbon headache and the smell of wildfires. We broke camp at about 7 AM and headed for the gap we had foregone the night before. The ascent out of the basin, along the mapped route, was no joke. We were climbing on chossy rock before my ibuprofen/acetaminophen/coffee cocktail had even kicked in. This section also reinforced the foolishness of my initial plan of reaching Carne Mountain on Day 3. We carried on through fine subalpine Larch parkland, alluvial scree, heather, marmot screams, and increasingly hazy air. This area must be resplendent in the fall when the almost neon green of the larch needles change to gold. We passed several remarkable (and unoccupied) campsites.

We reached the intersection with the Rock Creek trail (1509) at around 10:15. We had originally intended to camp in this vicinity the previous, night. The trail is completely revegetated at the intersection—we’d have had no idea there was a turn off if not for the teetering sign post. Just before reaching the pass, we met a trail runner who had just come up the Carne Mountain trail and was heading to Maude and 7FJ before returning via Phelps Creek. There’s always someone out there who can humble you.

On our way up to Carne Mountain we passed a couple of bear hunters (gross) in pristine REI accoutrements camped on a slanting patch of vegetation. We opted not to engage with them, but did chat with a hiker and her explosively energetic young dog who was planning to go to Ice Lakes and Maude. She asked about taking her dog up 7FJ and we emphatically advised against it. The torrent of rockfall that combustible canine could have unleashed would have filled the valley.

We descended Carne and hopped on the Old Gib trail. Still unclear whether that “g” is hard or soft. We did end up chatting with a hunter near the intersection (why you would choose to hunt on the busiest day hike trail in the ranger district beats me). We told him we were planning on hiking out the remaining 10 miles over Estes Butte and he said it was smooth sailing from here. He seemed completely earnest, but his words would haunt me the rest of the day, grist for my mental mill as I ground them down for any subtle nuance of scorn or humor. Let’s just say it was not “smooth-sailing”.

Things started off of pleasant enough. The trail was narrow and slightly overgrown in places, but easy to follow as it simply sidehilled through senescing green fescue meadows and open woodlands just below the ridgeline. We stopped for lunch at the gap NW of Old Gib mountain and gazed up at that prominent chunk of dacite. At this point the trail cuts downhill to the NW in a long detour around the mountain. This is the only area where the trail becomes at all uncertain, so we supplemented a few cairns in the meadows below Old Gib’s talus-y sheddings. The trail was easy to follow once we returned to forest. Tanner got another wasp sting shortly before we encountered one of the largest silver firs I’ve seen outside of the western Olympics. As the aspect shifted to SW, the forest thinned out and became younger and we began to encounter numerous chest-high logs and deformed young trees, slowing our already tired pace.

We regained the ridge south of Old Gib at 3 PM. I assumed that the trail must improve from here, as Old Gib seemed like a fine day hike objective from the Chiwawa River valley. Instead, we quickly encountered some of the most pervasive jackstraw lodgepole and other wind throw that I have ever seen. The trail goes right along the ridgeline, and all along that ridgeline were piles of dead trees at 90* angles to our purpose, as if they had been lined up and shot. The going. Was. Slow. At one point I slipped on some bark and nearly gave myself a new orifice via a stob. It took us 2 hours to travel the 2 miles to Estes Butte, but it felt like an eternity. Part of one of my trekking poles came off amid the branches. In addition to the log-enforced calisthenics, both of us were starting to feel the anxiety of rationing our remaining water. We had not filled up at the last available water on the west slope of Old Gib, preferring to go light and still holding out hope that we’d eventually hit a “cruising” section of trail.

It was now 5 pm and I had just a few pulls of water left in my hydropak. The map showed 3.8 miles remaining and we thought surely the trail down from the butte would be in better shape, maybe even trod by hordes of day hikers. I took my last pull of water. We discussed it and decided to split up so I could scoot down the trail at a faster pace and get to some water. Shortly after separating, I ran into four or five logs across the trail that had been logged out and cleared this season, judging from the sawdust. I gave a little hoot of joy, which quickly caught in my throat and morphed into a wail of lamentation as I came around the bend and saw another long expanse of windthrow—completely unlogged. Here I skirted downhill on the west slope of the ridge and was able to avoid some of the jackstraw via game trails, but I could only avoid so much. After walking over the old lookout site, the trail widened and I thought (you guessed it) “surely things will be smoother from here!”. I soon arrived upon a comically absurd pile of down trees that inspired me to yell “WHAT THE FUCK!?”. While navigating the brittle jungle gym, a loop on my pack caught on a tree and I took it exceedingly personally. I frantically tried to uproot the 8-foot-tall sapling before taking a breath and simply unhooking myself.

Having extricated myself from the log pile from hell, I ran into an unexpected sight: backpackers. Truly, they must have been servants of Satan, for these two placid-seeming parents were subjecting their tween daughters to this unrelenting bedlam of logs. They even said they do this hike “every year” and that the trail conditions were actually “the best they’d been in a long time”. When the mother said that the log piles got even worse downhill from where we were standing, I nearly cried. I looked for signs that the daughters wanted to escape ("blink twice for 'save me', I thought), but they seem thoroughly cowed. Downhill I continued.

Eventually the profusion of logs did ease and I broke through into a mature, closed canopy forest of Doug-fir, grand fir, and white pine. Words cannot express how relieved I was to simply walk unimpeded after 5 miles of unceasing blowdown, but next came the slog down seemingly endless livestock-graded switchbacks. The trail swung far more side-to-side than the mapped trail route (the 3.8 miles of trail mapped from Estes Butte was actually 6.2 according to our GPS tracks). Darkness was falling, my GPS/phone battery had finally succumbed, and my inherent rule-following nature kept me from cutting any of the switchbacks. I was able to fill some water from a small spring along the trail at about 8:15 PM, which at least quenched that anxiety, then finally drug myself out to the trailhead at 9 PM. Tanner arrived at 10. I was relieved to hear that he had passed through the log-hell before dark.

Our celebration was muted, our hopes of a diner burger on Hwy 2 dashed by the late hour. We still had long drives back to Seattle (Tanner) and Tacoma (me) ahead of us. We each drank a cold beer from the cooler and I drove Tanner back to his car at the Basalt Pass trailhead, dodging toads in the dusty road.

In summary: This route would have been terrific if we’d simply dropped down from Carne Mountain. Until (if?) it is ever logged out, I would not recommend the Estes Butte trail to my worst enemy.

Total: 51 miles, 22,580 ft of gain (7 peaks/peaklets for me, 8 for Tanner)

Started at the Basalt Ridge trailhead off of Chikamin Ridge Rd.  Other than some rutted areas in the first couple of miles (which are easily avoidable), the road is in great shape, benefiting from some recent maintenance and clearing. With modest care, a lower clearance vehicle should be fine. The trail has been cleared all the way up to Basalt Ridge (thank you to those responsible) and was fine for another 1/2 mile or so.  About 2 miles in there are maybe 10-12 trees down over about 200 yards, but all negotiable without too much effort.  After that, the trail to Garland is clear to the top.  The trail is faint in a few areas along the ridge, but it reestablishes in those places pretty quickly.  As usual, no one else was on the trail, which has always surprised me given the accessibility and pretty spectacular views after you hit the ridge.  

My hiking partner and I spent an incredible four days in the Entiat River trail network. First off, many, many thanks to the pro crew and volunteer teams at WTA for your incredible work this summer! It did not go unnoticed and is most certainly appreciated. Even with the fire damage this valley is an incredible asset to the outdoors community and we are grateful for your efforts.

Day one took us four miles up the Entiat River trail (#1400) to Myrtle Lake, then up to Cow Creek Meadows for the night. There is one excellent camp in the trees just on the outskirts of the meadow, and if you meander into the meadows there is another camp about 3/4 of the way towards the back. While bugs were nonexistent, there was a resident deer that gave us quite the scare at night by coming far too close to camp before we realized what it was. (Rangers told us there is another friendly deer at Myrtle Lake they have named "Dorothy." Please do not feed the wildlife!)

Day two was spent climbing the Cow Creek Meadows Trail (#1404) up above Cow Creek Meadows to the junction with the Garland Peak Trail (#1408). Excellent work by WTA folks to clear this trail of almost every blowdown. While steep, the larches and views afforded by the Garland Peak Trail are excellent, in particular once you round the corner to look over the entire bowl surrounding Larch Lakes. After stopping at Upper Larch Lake for lunch (at a great campsite on the western edge of the lake) we descended back down to the Entiat River Trail via the recently cleared (yay WTA!) Larch Lakes Trail (#1430), continued up the Entiat River Trail, and then camped at an excellent site just shy of the river ford of the Ice Lakes Trail. We had originally intended to go over Pomas Pass to get there, but having done that bushwhack last October and knowing WTA didn't completely clear the trail we were not eager to do that again. (Note: While the Pomas Pass Trail affords amazing views towards Glacier Peak once you gain the ridge between Larch Lakes and Pomas Pass, the trail has a couple short bushwhack sections as you descend to Ice Creek, followed by at least a half-mile of total bushwhacking in a burn section followed by some forest as you get to the mouth of the valley at Ice Creek. It is not worth it until the trail is completely rebuilt. See WTA's article on their work and previous trip reports about how rough this section of trail is.)

Day three was spent day hiking to lower Ice Lake (#1405). The trail was in excellent condition and clear of almost all blow-downs. While the Entiat River does need to be forded from the main trail (about ankle-deep this time of year), the two crossings of Ice Creek can be made just fine on logs. The Ice Lakes trail is steep but doable! We decided not to scramble to upper Ice Lake due to incoming weather and cold temperatures (it started snowing on our descent). On our way back to camp on the Entiat River we noticed fresh cougar tracks and cougar scat that was not there in the morning.

Not particularly wanting to be around a cougar tracking us we hiked out on day four instead of day hiking to Entiat Meadows. As we packed up camp we heard a pack of wolves howling for several minutes no more than a few hundred feet from camp. On our way out we met USFS trail maintenance crew (thank you for your work!) who told us there is a pack of four wolves in the valley (we saw their tracks on our way out) as well as several cougars. 

All in all it was a fantastic trip, but do be aware that wildlife is coming back- meaning the forest is recovering from the fires! The larch trees are peaking right now but winter weather is around the corner. We had temperatures in the upper 30s overnight and upper 50s during the day, but colder in the high meadows and at lower Ice Lake.

Got to the Parking lot Friday evening and hiked to Myrtle Lake. We camped at the very North end of the lake and it was a great spot to stay close to the trail without walking to the South end. 

Saturday morning we hiked to Cow Creek Meadows, walked around looking for wildlife. On the way up we saw Marmots, grouse, and deer. The forest definitely felt like it was on the road to recovery. 

From Cow Creek we continued up to the junction of Garland Peak Trail, and we hiked GPT to the upper Larch Lakes. This portion of the trail was very beautiful, it was an Evergreen dream. At Larch Lake the mosquitoes were VERY bad. 

From Larch Lake we continued to Pomas Pass - it was very hard. The traversing gave me the willies the entire time. The trail I guess has been washed out because it basically does not exist, and on the steep slope with zero place to kick your feet in, it was very scary. Once you're done traversing and crest the saddle you get the feeling that "you made it" but the challenge still persists since there is hardly any trail and somehow multiple feet of ash to walk down. We eventually made it down to the Ice Creek crossing where we camped (prior to actually crossing since it was midnight by the time we made it here)

Sunday we crossed Ice Creek, water level was relatively low, threw on our sandals and easily walked across. We continued to Ice Creek Trail and we were finally back on a visible trail. YAY

From Ice Creek trail we crossed the Entiat river and made our way back to our car via the Entiat River trail. It was relatively flat, and cloudy so it wasn't overly hot. 

Dayhike of Garland Peak on 6.14.20

ROAD to Basalt Pass was in decent shape, with some potholes/ruts and a few small branches to drive over, but my buddy's sedan made it fine. No pass required for parking. The parking is small - there's not much room to park more than maybe 5-6 cars. My friend filled up water at the stream by the trailhead.

TRAIL up to the ridge was pretty straightforward. This part was a little over a mile, steepish in places and snow-free for the most part with maybe a few small patches near the ridge and a few minor blowdowns. We crossed two small water sources along this section.

We hit patchy snow as we turned right on the ridge, and there were definitely a good handful of blowdowns to get through up here, but nothing crazy. Thankfully the section of trail along the steep slope bypassing Basalt Ridge highpoint was largely melted out. The partly sunny weather ended up dissipating into a Juneuary snowfall at this point.

Snow coverage became consistent further along the ridge, and seemed to be a layer of fresh snow over consolidated packed snow, which made for some slip and sliding, and we put on spikes to help with traction. We followed the ridge for maybe close to three miles before coming to the turnoff to Garland. Just before the junction we met another group of 3 who had spent the night on the ridge and headed up Rampart - the only other people we saw all day.

It didn't look like anyone had been up Garland recently, so we turned right and made our own way along the ridge for maybe another mile with some minor schwacking and route-finding until we got to the rocky summit. We were granted some intermittent views, but we didn't linger too long before retracing our steps. The weather lifted and views opened up a bit as we descended.

Gaia clocked in close to 11 miles and 4000' of gain on this one. I used spikes and poles and brought an axe but didn't feel like I needed it. 

Glad to have checked out this area of the Entiat and found some great solitude and rugged country. Winter is still holding on in the mountains!