Thursday, September 9, 2021

The Truman Trail

As many of you know, I love to hike the trails around Mt. St. Helens National Volcanic Monument.  Over the years, I've trod a good number of them.  But, believe it or not, there are still a few paths in the monument I've yet to set foot on.  One is the Truman Trail.


Memorial at Johnston Ridge Observatory


I don't have a good excuse as to why I've never completed this trail.  Unlike many of the paths in the MSH Volcanic Monument, it's easily accessible from the Boundary Trail, which I've hiked at least once a year for many, many years.  Every time I passed the sign for the Truman Trail, I was either intent on climbing Harry's Ridge or making my yearly trek up to Coldwater Peak.  However, signs to unknown trails have a way of intriguing me.  I always wondered exactly where this trail went and what the terrain was like beyond the sign.



Names of those who perished in the 1980 eruption

This year in late May I decided to find out.  Consulting a map, I discovered the Truman Trail takes one across the heart of the MSH eruption zone, passing through an area known as the "Pumice Plain."  After 4 miles, it intersects with the round-the-mountain Loowit Trail.  Another mile on the Loowit takes one to Loowit Falls, which I've visited in prior hikes, accessing it from a different direction via the trailhead at Windy Ridge.


Mountain goat below the trail

Actually I had two goals for this day.  The first, of course, to explore the Truman Trail, but my second was to hopefully see some mountain goats.  I'd heard several goats had recently been spotted on the cliffs below Johnston Ridge Observatory.  In preparation for hopeful wildlife sightings I packed my 800 mm zoom lens.  Although heavy, I reasoned if I happened to capture a mountain goat or elk, it would be well worth the extra weight.


Curious mountain goats

It's a long 2-hour drive to Johnston Ridge Observatory, the day's starting point, which necessitated an early departure.  But the excitement of exploring a new trail kept me motivated as I traveled north, then east.  After parking and shouldering my backpack, I first walked up to the shuttered Observatory (closed for a second year due to COVID) and enjoyed the overlook free of crowds - the reward for early risers.  I then took a paved path from the Observatory to the beginning of the Boundary Trail.  Normally when hiking the Boundary Trail I'll access it via another path direct from the parking lot, but today I thought I'd try something new.  I discovered an impressive monument sited on a high point bearing the names of everyone who perished in the 1980 eruption.


Beginning of the Truman Trail

From the junction with the Boundary Trail, I had a 2.5 mile trek ahead of me to reach the Truman Trail.  Ready to put my head down and march through this very familiar section I became instantly waylaid upon spotting some white dots on a ridge below the trail.  The dots appeared to be moving.  Could it be mountain goats?  Quickly switching camera lenses confirmed my suspicion.


Great views of MSH


Goal number one met and I hadn't even traveled a half mile!  There was a small herd of about a dozen mountain goats wandering the slope below the Observatory.  One mother goat with a baby was sitting about halfway down the slope, barely visible to the naked eye.  Good thing I had my zoom lens or I would've totally missed them.  I took copious images of the goats, and even with the 800 mm zoom, they were tiny in my photos.  (The second goat picture I posted here has been heavily cropped.)  A few hikers passed by and I had to point the mountain goats out to all of them - the critters were so far away, they were easy to miss.


The lava dome inside the crater was visible


My extended goat photo session ate up valuable hiking time, and after a good 45 minutes I finally returned my big lens to the backpack and put the hammer down.  Since I'd hiked the first 2.5 miles of the Boundary Trail countless times (and there were no wildflowers blooming yet), I covered the distance quickly.  Soon the familiar junction with the Truman Trail came into view.  But today, instead of passing by, I was finally going to turn down the Truman Trail!



Looks like this path is leading right into the crater


Right away, the Truman Trail dropped steeply downhill.  The ridge I was descending was known as the Spillover.  When MSH blew apart, a debris landslide swept northward and crested this low ridge, spilling ash and rubble into the adjacent drainage area of South Coldwater Creek.  Once desolate, this area was now full of tall alder and cottonwood trees higher than my head.  I enjoyed the shade while I could, knowing once I reached the Pumice Plain, there would be none.



One of the tiny, odd-colored ponds near the pumice plain


After about a mile of downhill, the path flattened out and the vegetation thinned.  I was now entering the area known as the Pumice Plain.  Made up of pyroclastic flows from the eruption, this material dammed the Toutle River, which had been the outlet for Spirit Lake.  Without an outflow, the Army Corp of Engineers was concerned that water in Spirit Lake might rise up so high that it would breach this debris area and cause catastrophic flooding to downstream communities.  To fix this issue, the Corp build an 1.6 mile tunnel that diverted water from Spirit Lake to South Coldwater Creek.  Once completed, this tunnel was able to successfully regulate water levels on the lake.


Pumice plain looking towards Spirit Lake


The flat area of the Pumice Plain that I was now traversing was part of an old road bed, built in 1982 for the tunnel construction.  Left in place, this abandoned roadbed currently hosts several research sites monitoring the volcano's recovery.  I passed by a couple of weirdly colored ponds below mounds of eruption debris.  I later read that the debris avalanche here is as much as 200 meters deep!



One of the rock-strewn gullies I had to cross


Although flat and desolate, the Pumice Plain's lack of vegetation provided top-notch views of the surrounding scenery.  Spirit Lake's southwest shoreline ringed by the peaks of the Mt. Margaret backcountry spread out to my left.  The barren hills of Windy Ridge rose to the east.  And of course MSH herself was always front and center, giving spectacular views of the crater and lava dome inside.  Lots of photos may have been taken....


Marker post


My trail passed through a gully full of gushing springs and willow trees.  This part was a little tricky, having to navigate muddy water crossings and crash through brush.  But I did spot lots of birds darting through the trees.  I was happy for the wildlife sightings as this was the first since the mountain goats.  I'd hoped to spot elk along the Truman Trail, but although I saw signs, there were none to be found.



Willow Springs trail junction


Past the springs, I climbed a ridge to a high point that gave wonderful views back towards Spirit Lake.  A few hardy Indian paintbrush flowers were just beginning to bloom.  I suspected the wildflowers here would put on a good show in another month.  Just a bit farther and I ran into the junction with the Willow Springs Trail.  This was good news as it was now only 3/4 mile left to go before the intersection with the Loowit Trail!



Spirit Lake view from the junction, looking towards Mt Margaret backcountry


I continued on through a rock-strewn wasteland, cut up by gullies.  A few hardy conifer trees struggled to grow in the rocky plain.  There was absolutely no shade here and the midday sun began to beat down upon me.  Although the day had started with cool temperatures, it was now getting mighty warm.
 

Loowit Falls visible in the middle of this photo


I noticed Loowit Falls flowing from a crevice below the crater, still far away.  Although I'd considered hiking all the way to the falls, it would add 2 miles round-trip to the day's already long distance (I ended up traveling 12.5 miles that day).  So I decided today's goal would be to reach the junction with the Loowit Trail (which is MSH's round-the-mountain trail).


Hardy trees growing in the rocks


As I approached the Loowit junction, the wind began to kick up.  Not a problem for me, it provided cooling relief from the warm temperatures.  Then I noticed some unusual wispy clouds forming over MSH's summit.



Rocky trail


The clouds looked like dancing angels or some sort of ghost spirits.



I noticed some really cool clouds above the mountain


You know me, of course I had to take a bunch of photos of them!



Wispy, ghost-like clouds


So enjoy my photo dump.  :)


These clouds look like dancing angels


Despite the wispy interruption, I did finally put the camera away and continue my trek to the Loowit Trail junction.


Cloud close-up


The junction sign was a welcome sight!  I was surprised to see one of the two signs laying on the ground.  Not sure if it got knocked over during the winter - hopefully no person did that.  After a quick photo by the remaining upright sign, I found a partially sheltered rock to rest and have lunch.


Junction with the Loowit Trail, my turn-around point


All morning once I'd set foot on the Truman Trail, I hadn't seen another person.  My human interactions began just as I was packing up my lunch and getting ready to retrace my steps back.  Two men came trudging up the last rocky slope towards the junction.  After seeing no one for a couple of hours it was kind of a shock.


Early blooming dwarf lupine


But on my return trip, I encountered group after group of people.  Near the Willow Springs trail junction I ran into a man carrying a huge jug of water and two backpacks.  Two women were passing me at the same time, and the man stopped all three of us to chat.  He was working for a conservation group that studied the MSH area and he wanted to make us aware of an upcoming project proposed by the Forest Service.


Spirit Lake pano, looking north


According to the Forest Service and Corp of Engineers, the tunnel used to drain Spirit Lake urgently needed repairs. Ground movement had constricted the tunnel in some places, reducing it's capacity.  The Forest Service was proposing to reopen the original construction road to move equipment into the area for the repair work.  


Empty desolation


The issue this man had with the Forest Service's plan was that the road construction would disturb research plots that had been in use for several decades.  He was also concerned the construction could introduce invasive plant species to the recovering monument, undoing research, and also invite illegal use of this protected area.  His conservation group, along with many scientists and other environmental groups had filed a lawsuit to temporarily halt construction.  The man said he wasn't against the work - he understood the need to fix the failing tunnel.  The lawsuit sought to review the construction methods to see if a better, more environmentally friendly approach could be found.



Early season Indian paintbrush


After tearing myself away from this very chatty man, I pondered his words as I trekked back across the wide, empty Pumice Plain.  It would be a shame to have this unique area torn up by construction and closed to hikers for several years (especially since I'd finally visited this trail).  Although I'm sure more environmentally sensitive construction methods exist, I suspect most of them would be prohibitively expensive.  (Helicopter delivery of parts and equipment?  Is that even possible?)  While writing this post, I did a bit of online research into the proposed tunnel repair and lawsuit, and it sounds like things have yet to be resolved.



Uphill trek back to the Boundary trail


My second trip across the Pumice Plain was much hotter than the first.  By now it was midafternoon and the plains baked in the bright sunshine.  Thank goodness the wind was still blowing or I would've cooked.  Having taken most of my photos already, I concentrated on just maintaining forward motion.  Carrying a bag of gummi bears, as an incentive I promised myself a gummi treat for every half mile covered.


Fantastic afternoon light on Spirit Lake


The hardest part of my return trip was the last mile of the Truman Trail, which climbed back up the steep slopes of the Spillover.  At least there was now tree cover which provided much appreciated shade.  I couldn't believe how many hikers I encountered marching down this trail late into the afternoon - if they were heading for Loowit Trail or falls they'd likely be coming back in the dark.  Finally I reached the junction with the Boundary Trail, and from there it was a familiar and slightly easier walk back to my car.



Colorful slopes below Harry's Ridge


What a great day exploring another new trail at Mt. St. Helens.  I'd met both my goals, to see mountain goats and to explore the Truman Trail.  Along the way I'd had the pleasure of seeing some new territory, enjoyed a sky full of unusual clouds, and learned of an upcoming construction project from a fellow hiker.  

I really hope the Forest Service and environmental groups are able to reach an agreement that allows the Spirit Lake tunnel repair to proceed without inflicting too much damage to the research plots and unique ecosystem in this volcanic monument.



Saturday, August 28, 2021

Saddle Mountain, Revisited

Saddle Mountain is the highest point of Oregon's northern coast range.  A mere 10 miles from the Pacific Ocean, views stretch for miles from it's prominent summit.  But this peak's claim to fame isn't the views - it's the fabulous flower-filled meadows that line Saddle Mountain's grassy slopes, erupting into bloom during the months of May and June. 


Foggy, spooky coastal forest near the trailhead

The last time I'd hiked Saddle Mountain was back in June 2015.  Although the wildflowers at the time put on the best display ever, this particular trip was notorious because I injured my foot on the descent.  Two pins placed in my big toe joint from a recent bunion surgery decided they needed to push their way out - immediately.  Five days later I ended up in the doctor's office enduring an emergency procedure to have them removed.  Needless to say this incident curtailed my hiking for most of the summer.  I think the bad memories from that day explain my 6-year absence.  


Finally above the fog!


Another reason for the long stretch between visits - Covid.  Saddle Mountain and the surrounding forest are owned by the Oregon State Parks Department.  Back in April 2020, when the virus was just getting started, the state of Oregon closed all of it's state parks.  Saddle Mountain was one of the last state parks to reopen.  It remained closed throughout all of 2020 and had only reopened about a month before my hike in mid-May.


Chocolate tiger lily


So you could say my revisit to Saddle Mountain was long overdue.  When I heard the trail had finally reopened I decided to run up there on a weekday - not only to avoid the crowds, but because I'm retired now and can hike any day I want!


Wild iris

Although skies were sunny in Portland, by the time I'd driven west to Saddle Mountain I found it's lower base cloaked in a thick fog.  Made the mossy old-growth forests near the trailhead look downright spooky.


Indian Paintbrush


However this hike is known for it's steep trail - 1650 feet of elevation gain in 2.5 miles.  Zig-zagging through the lower forests, it didn't take long for me to climb high enough to get above the fog bank.


Another shot of the spectacular fog-filled valley

At one of the first open areas, I gazed at the spectacular sight of fog-filled valleys below.  Nearby Humbug Mountain poked it's summit through the cloudy obstruction.


Prominent rock about halfway 

About halfway up to the first summit, I made a brief photo stop at a prominent rock outcropping.  Although it obscured most of the lower views, the fog layer did add some drama to this image.


Fairy lanterns

The Oregon State Parks website explains that Saddle Mountain was formed when a huge lava flow of Columbia River basalt touched the sea.  Steam explosions from the hot rock hitting the water broke the rock into fragments.  This action created thin, rocky soil at high elevations.  These unique soils support the abundant wildflower meadows on top of Saddle Mountain.  It is believed Saddle Mountain served as a refuge for many plant species during the last Ice Age.


I enjoyed the foggy views below

Some of the rarest and oldest species of wildflowers, lichens and moss can be found atop Saddle Mountain.  A few of the rare flowers are found nowhere else.  One, the early blue violet, is the main food source for the threatened silverspot butterfly.


Flowers and fog

Because of the many rare flora and fauna found here, Saddle Mountain has the designation of not only a State Park but a State Natural Area.  This classification designates the highest level of protection to the mountain and it's environs.


Colorful flower field

I was appreciative of everything Oregon State parks has done to protect this unique habitat as I passed through an open grassy slope chock-full of chocolate tiger lilies, and then further down the trail another colorful meadow sporting orange Indian paintbrush and yellow flowers.  Although I spotted many wildflowers in bloom, things were just getting started.  I was too early for the main flower show - it usually doesn't occur until mid-June. 


Dramatic overlook 

Saddle Mountain has two distinct summits, with a curving saddle-like slope between the two (hence, how Saddle Mountain got it's name).  


The view behind me

The saddle area is a huge grassy meadow, with tremendous views.  Even with today's fog settling in the mountain valleys it was still an impressive sight.  A ridge jutting out from the main trail creates a dramatic overlook.  


Tiny figures on an overlook

Normally I'll walk down to the end of the ridge for the great photo ops.  However, today the narrow ridge trail already had a group on it, so I stayed away.  The people did give scale to the knife edge and made for a neat perspective.  However, when I zoomed in on the people in the photo, I was disappointed to see instead of taking in the fantastic views, nearly all of them were on their phones!


The last half mile is steep!

Past the saddle the real climbing begins!  A steep trails winds up the side of Saddle Mountain's second summit.


Much of the trail is covered in chicken wire to prevent more erosion

Because of steepness and overuse, many parts of this trail have been reconstructed with chicken wire tread.  Not the greatest to walk over, but I understand why this material was used.  The crumbly rock soil doesn't hold up well to thousands of visitors footsteps tramping up and down this fragile surface. The chicken wire adds stability and durability to this wildly popular trail. 


Mt. St Helens and Mt. Adams views


The final summit push is always the hardest part of this hike.  Gasping, I plodded along, making frequent stops to photograph the few flowers that were blooming (the main show in the summit meadows doesn't occur until mid-June).  Nearby Cascade mountains can also be seen from Saddle Mountain's summit and I was happy to spot Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Rainier, and Mt. Adams, their white-capped peaks poking out of the fog.


Looking back down Saddle Mountain's slopes

After slogging the final hundred feet on loose, crumbly soil I was never so happy to reach Saddle Mountain's lofty summit!  The thick fog prevented any ocean views, but after snapping a few quick photos, I was ready to just rest and eat lunch.


The summit is in sight!

The only place to sit is a three-sided bench at one end of the summit proper.  Lucky for me, a group was just leaving, so I quickly plopped myself on one of the three boards.


Cloud-filled valley views from the summit

I'd been leap-frogging a group of four older ladies all morning.  After I sat down on the summit bench, I noticed them approaching.  Since there was still plenty of seating, after announcing I'd been vaccinated, I invited the ladies to join me.  They ended up being great company.  All the women were well over 70 - but still went on backpacking and ski trips together and had plans to visit all of the National Parks in the US.  When one lady mentioned their plans included visiting South Dakota later in the summer, I gave them lots of information about the Black Hills and Badlands National Park.


Orange Indian Paintbrush


What wonderful company to spend lunchtime with!  Those ladies were great role models for someone like me, for my goal is to keep hiking and skiing well into my 70s and beyond.  When everyone had finally consumed their food and readied themselves for the hike down, I was sad to see them go.



Violets


Although the hike up I'd concentrated on wide scenic views, for the return trip I decided my focus would be the different wildflower species.  Slipping on my macro lens I slowly made my way back downhill over the loose scree.  


This unique bloom is called "Prairie Smoke"


There were only a few types of wildflowers in bloom on the upper summit meadows.  But I was able to find a couple of interesting specimens.  This unique maroon-colored flower called "prairie smoke" was one of my favorites.



Phlox


There were a few small patches of delicate, purple phlox blooms.


Fawn lily

In the woods between the saddle and the upper summit, dozens of pink fawn lilies bloomed profusely.


Salmonberry bloom


I loved this shot of a rose-colored salmonberry bloom.  I think this was my favorite image from the entire day.


Monkeyflowers


Where there's a trickle of water, monkeyflowers can be found.  On the wet slopes of some of the steeper trail tread, I found a few hardy yellow blooms.


Chocolate tiger lilies from the large bloom


I spend a little extra time at the lower meadow with all the chocolate tiger lilies.  One of my favorite wildflowers, I wanted to capture as many of the blooms as I could.



Another chocolate tiger lily


I'm not the slowest hiker - but my extended trailside photography sessions sure don't make me the speediest!  


Looking back down into the foggy forest

But that's not why I hike.  I'm not out to break any land speed records.  I walk in nature deliberately to fully appreciate all the beauty I see.  As John Muir famously once said - "People ought to saunter in the mountains, not hike!"  I totally agree!

It was a great day to saunter up Saddle Mountain and reacquaint myself with the mountain's lovely scenery after so many years.


My 2015 blog post about Saddle Mountain can be found here.