Sunrise Peak, Cascade Range, Washington (8-21-21)

Days 14-16 of Lupe’s 3rd Summer of 2021 Dingo Vacation to the West Coast!

8-19-21, 69ºF, 1:15 PM, Upper Dungeness trailhead, Olympic Peninsula – SPHP regained consciousness.  A lovely blue sky day!

How you feeling, Loop?

Awake already, SPHP?  I’m better, a lot better, but was hoping you’d stay conked out.

How come?

Because I’m not feeling too ambitious.  Don’t get me wrong, Grey Wolf Ridge was so worth it, but what a doozy!

Heh.  No worries, Looper.  No big plans today.  Positioning day, or what’s left of it.  I assume you have no objections to a scenic drive?

Oh, that sounds great, SPHP!  Especially if there are cows and horses!

Doubtful to say the least on that score, Loop.  The Olympic Peninsula isn’t exactly cattle country.

Hope you can stay awake while driving then, SPHP.  Don’t be surprised if it turns into a snooze fest for me!

8-20-21 – Mount Rainier National Park was a bust.  Just a drive through for Lupe in any case, but would have been nice to at least get a good look at mighty Mount Rainier (14,411 ft.).  The American Dingo did get to see it from Hwy 410, but practically enveloped in clouds.  As the road wound higher, SPHP drove into fog and mist.

A not too scintillating glimpse of Mount Rainier from Hwy 410.

E of the park, thousands of feet lower, it was a completely different story.  At the turn off Hwy 410 to Bumping Lake, fire fighters had set up barriers.  Road closed indefinitely.  Raging forest fires in this region.  134 mile long perimeter being defended.  Should all be over and done with when the snow flies.

Heh.  No choice.

Guess Mount Aix (7,766 ft.) gets the axe, Loopster.  Sorry about that!

Back to Mount Rainier National Park, then S for many miles.

8-20-21, 1:16 PM, USFS Road No. 2324 – Got here early enough, but, yeah, this wasn’t happening, either.  Not today.

Can’t do Sunrise Peak (5,892 ft.) at sunset anyway, SPHP!  Wouldn’t be right, would it?

Rules are made to be broken, Looper!  Unless our luck changes in the next few hours, though, looks like this rule is going to hold.

USFS Road No. 2324.

SPHP had parked the RAV4 along a wide spot along USFS Road No. 2324 just past where No. 063 took off to the L curving steeply up a hillside.

Sunrise Peak trailhead is supposed to be up at the end of No. 063, Loop.  It’s not very far, not even 0.2 mile.  Want to go check it out?

Might as well, SPHP.

A sign at the start of No. 063 revealed that the RAV4 was parked at the trailer trailhead.  Probably OK, not a single trailer there at the moment.

Signage at the start of USFS Road No. 063.

A foggy sniff along No. 063 got Loop up to not one, but two small parking areas near the start of Trail No. 262.  SPHP was surprised to see that both were nearly full.  4 vehicles at the lower one, and 6 at the upper, where Trail No. 262 took off from the far end of the lot.

At the upper Sunrise Peak trailhead.

At the moment, no one was around.  A quick look at Trail No. 262, which started off going downhill as it disappeared into the foggy forest, and there really wasn’t anything more to do here.

Start of Sunrise Peak trail No. 262.

Guess we’ll head back, Loop.  Learned one thing.

What’s that, SPHP?

Unless some trailers show up, no point in bringing the RAV4 up here just to try to cram it in among all these other vehicles.

Back at the RAV4, SPHP worked on the trip journal while waiting for the weather to clear.  Soon bored with staring into the fog, Lupe snoozed.  Fog was better than smoke!  Not as likely to persist, but as the afternoon dragged on, the mood grew darker.  A heavy mist developed, dampening hopes.  Sunrise Peak was not going to transform into Sunset Peak.

8-21-21, 8:13 AM, Sunrise Peak trailer trailhead – Sunrise at Sunrise Peak hadn’t happened, either.  No mist, but still foggy.  Frustrating!  More trip journal work, then suddenly, the day brightened.  A lovely patch of blue sky appeared, furnishing all the encouragement required.

Hey, hey, Looper!  We might be in business!  Maybe these clouds are finally about to burn off?  Wanna try it?

She did.

Blue sky vanished, though, even before Lupe completed the short trek to the upper trailhead.  Hmm.  Well, no matter.  Still hopeful that the clouds would clear out before too long, Lupe ventured into the foggy forest.

Setting off on Trail No. 262.

After an initial dip of 20 feet followed by a flat stretch, No. 262 started to climb.  The trail became quite wide, sort of a big, smooth rut.  No stones at all, just soft dirt.  Hexagonal or diamond-shaped grids were embedded along some stretches, perhaps to reduce erosion?

Following the big rut higher.

Lupe trotted along through the dim, damp forest for 0.25 mile before the trail leveled out at an opening overlooking a 50 foot cliff.  Ordinarily, there must have been a view here, but only a soft, featureless, gray was on display now.

Along the cliff.

Although the American Dingo didn’t see much of anything, she could hear.  Something was coming!  A roar of engines got louder and louder.  Stepping off the trail, 4 dirt bikes raced by.  2 riders had rifles.  All wore camouflage.

Hunters?  This time of year?  On noisy dirt bikes?  Made no sense.

Guess they do things differently here in Washington, Loop.

The hunters vanished as quickly as they’d appeared, the roar of their bikes fading away after them.  The Carolina Dog returned to the trail, which now trended SW.  She was soon climbing again, but before too long came to more level terrain, and even a minor downhill stretch.

Continuing on.

Lupe wasn’t much beyond the cliffs when the trail went past a stand of strange plants with 3 – 5 foot tall stalks that shot up from a base of long, thin, grass-like leaves.  These plants resembled sort of a tropical or rain forest version of a yucca plant.

Bushes with clusters of bright red berries added color to the gray day, but the plants that interested SPHP the most bore dark purple berries.

By the first tall stalk plants.
Crimson berries.

Not another blueberry trap, SPHP!

Heavens, no!  Banish the thought, Looper!  This is a huckleberry trap!

Oh, and were the huckleberries ever scrumptious!  Plump, ripe, fresh and juicy!  Progress slowed so much that Lupe took to simply laying on the dirt path wearing an expression of boredom and disgust.

Meanwhile, intent upon conducting a thorough huckleberry taste survey of statistically significant sample size, ol’ purple fingers munched away.

Huckleberries!

And why not?  What’s the rush?  Sunrise Peak was a mere 2 miles from the trailhead.  The longer it took Lupe to get there, the more likely the fog would clear off.  Still, SPHP did make some progress in a dawdling sort of way.  Every now and then more dirt bikers appeared.  Lupe kept having to scoot off into the bushes until they roared by.

Loop was on a flat section of trail when she finally came to a junction where an old wooden signpost was leaning against a tree.

At the first junction.

Lacking arrows, the signs attached to the post were initially confusing.  Trail No. 262, which Lupe had been on ever since leaving the trailhead, wasn’t even mentioned.

Happily, the topo map sorted it out.  Trail No. 262 continued straight for another 0.33 mile to Trail No. 261, which could then be followed either N to Juniper Ridge (5,611 ft.), or S to Jumbo Peak (5,801 ft.).  Both were potential destinations on a sunnier day.

However, neither were today’s main objective.  Lupe needed to turn R here, taking Trail No. 262A roughly 0.75 mile to a second junction with Trail No. 261A, where another R turn would get her to Sunrise Peak (5,892 ft.).

Trail No. 262A climbed more aggressively and relentlessly than No. 262 had.  Trending NW now, Lupe passed more of the tall stalk plants.  To SPHP’s delight, plenty of delicious huckleberries, too!  Although starting out as another big rut full of tire tracks, no dirt bikers came this way.

Trail No. 262A.
Among the tall stalks again.

The forest began thinning out.  Soon Lupe was traversing a steep slope with only scattered trees.  Still foggy, but directly ahead a blue tinge was visible along the rough outline of a big rock formation.

Approaching the rock formations (Center & R). Photo looks NW.

Hopes for sunshine were immediately dashed.  By the time Lupe got to the rock formation, the fog was thicker again.

All gray again.

Turning W along the base of the rock formation, Trail No. 262A topped out.  From here, the trail dipped then leveled out as it curved N.

At No. 262A’s high point S of the rock formation. Photo looks W.
Looking back. Loop still at No. 262A’s high point. Photo looks ESE.

Two minutes from the high point, Lupe reached the junction with Trail No. 261A.  A L turn would have been a shortcut to Trail No. 261 and Juniper Ridge.  Staying R, Loop continued her ascent of Sunrise Peak.

Junction with Trail No. 261A. Lupe again went R. Photo looks N.

Not much farther now!  The summit was only another 300 feet higher.  In forest again, Trail No. 261A switchbacked tightly up the NW slope.

Near the top, the trail broke out of the trees, heading SE across an open slope.  Lupe could see her shadow!  Blue-tinged fog had returned, and a bright white disk glowed in the clouds above!

Trail No. 261A, way up on the almost sunny slope. Photo looks SE.

Luck of the Dingo!  Might have timed this just about perfectly, Loopster!

Oh, I hope you’re right, SPHP!  What do you think we’ll see up here?

Great question!  Magnificent sights, Loop!  On a clear day, 3 enormous peaks.  Mount Rainier (14,411 ft.) is due N.  Mount Adams (12,276 ft.) is SE.  And to the SW, a mountain you haven’t seen since your first Dingo Vacation way back in 2012.

When we went to the West Coast with Lanis?

Exactly right, Loop!  Remember when we went to see Mount Saint Helens (8,333 ft.), and you met Gary Rosenquist who had been in the area taking pictures of the massive violent eruption on May 18, 1980?

Oh, yes I do, SPHP!  The volcano that blew its top!

Yup.  Rainier and Adams are volcanoes, too!  Just haven’t blown their tops off recently.

Sounds like Sunrise Peak is volcano central, SPHP!  Maybe we’ll see some fireworks?

Heh.  No doubt we would, if we could hang around on a geological time scale.  Today, I’ll be thrilled if the fog disperses.

Despite hopeful signs, the fog hadn’t dispersed yet.  Trail No. 261A soon led up to Sunrise Peak’s final rocky summit knob, approaching it from the SW.  At one time there had been a fire lookout on Sunrise Peak.  An old metal railing still provided assistance getting to where the lookout once stood.

Approaching the summit block. Photo looks N.

The Carolina Dog scrambled up without any such assistance.  SPHP made full use of it, glad the railing was there.

Halfway up already!
Almost there!

10:40 AM, 65ºF, Sunrise Peak (5,892 ft.) Various anchor bolts stationed around the perimeter of a flat summit 25 feet in diameter were all that remained of the old fire lookout.  Sheer cliffs were present along all edges, except where the railing came up, which was mighty steep, too.

Another massive knob of rock 4 or 5 feet higher was instantly visible less than 100 feet away.  That other knob was actually the apparent current summit of Sunrise Peak, although before the mountain was decapitated to accommodate the lookout, the natural true summit might well have once been where Lupe was now.

Peering over the edge of the gap separating these high points revealed a drop of 30 or 40 feet.  Even if there was an easy way to get to the base of that other high point, it was much steeper than anything Lupe or SPHP could attempt.

Don’t be a fanatic, SPHP!  This is close enough for Dingo work.  We’re not going over there!

Sunrise Peak summit from the railing.
The nearby apparent current true summit knob.

The top of Sunrise Peak was roomy enough, but wasn’t up to American Dingo standards as far as comfort was concerned.  Small rocks, gravel, and bits of broken glass covered the roughly leveled solid rock site.  Not terrible, but certainly not soft or cushiony, either.

With nothing else in sight, Lupe made do as best she could while waiting for the fog to clear, an eagerly anticipated event expected any time now.

Waiting for the big volcano show to begin.

Lupe waited and waited.  SPHP shook her paw, congratulating her on her ascent of Sunrise Peak.  She shared the only chocolate coconut bar SPHP had brought along, then had some Taste of the Wild.  When the rocks got too uncomfortable, Loopster curled up on SPHP’s lap.

Still no sign of any volcanoes, or anything else, either.  The air was calm.  Clouds moved slowly, if at all.  Now and then a light mist fell.  Later on, the sky above was so blue, and the rays of the unseen sun felt so warm, that SPHP applied sunscreen.

More waiting.
And waiting.

Suddenly, there was movement!  Right along the edge, over toward the true summit, a tiny visitor appeared.

Fortunately, the chipmunk vanished before Lupe saw it.  The innocent little creature made SPHP uneasy.  If Lupe had seen it, she would have raced over to the brink of the cliff in an instant, abandoning all caution.  Could have been a disaster!

More dangerous than a bear!

Sorry, SPHP!  I’ve been dozing.  What did you say?  Something about a bear?

Oh, nothing.  Just muttering to myself, Loop.  I ought to comb my hair.

Up here?  Why?  That’s silly!  Seen any volcanoes yet, SPHP?

Not a one, Looper.  You’ll be the first to know, if I do.

45 minutes of staring into the whiteness drifted on by.  Several times, the top of the cloud deck had been briefly visible far off to the NW, but other than that, nada.  However, a large region of hazy territory could now be seen to the W and NW.  No volcanoes, it was all lower than Sunrise Peak, but this vision persisted long enough to encourage an extension of Lupe’s usual summit hour.

Another 5 or 10 minutes, and it all vanished again.

Sunrise Peak isn’t quite high enough, SPHP!

I know it, Loop!  Another 1,000 feet would do it.  Bet we’d be above this soup with a grand view of 3 massive volcanoes floating on a sea of white.

Oh, that would be awesome, SPHP!

No doubt, but that wasn’t the case.  Not quite high enough, was.  Several more times fleeting glimpses of distant lower hills and ridges appeared to the W and NW, followed by a dim view E.

Lupe’s wait continued, but an hour and a half after arriving, the clouds welled up.  Blue tinged sky vanished, replaced by a darker, somber gray.

Guess we can’t win them all, Loopster.  Not happening!  Too bad!

Between smoke and fog, winning any at all couldn’t be taken for granted on this Dingo Vacation.  Gray Wolf Ridge had been a big win, but other than that, Lupe was having to settle for a lot of partial victories.

Nothing to be done about it, except face reality and keep trying.  Lupe had come tantalizingly close here on Sunrise Peak, but the reality was that it was time.

Onward, puppy ho!

Final mini-tour of the summit region.
Peering down the railing.
Last moments on Sunrise Peak.

The return was fast and easy.  On departure, Sunrise Peak looked the same way it had when Lupe arrived.  Foggy, but like it might not last forever.

Halfway down off the summit block.
Returning to Trail No. 261A.
Last glance back.

Still foggy now, though, was all that mattered.  Descending the winding path, Lupe was soon back in the darker, foggier forest.

It was an amazing place, too!  Towering trees!  Ripe huckleberries!  Tall stalk plants!  Dripping, brooding silence.  The wonder and mystery of what else might be out here?

Back on Trail No. 262 again.

Until, of course, the roar of engines approaching, warning that dirt bikes were on their way.  Better get off the trail!  (1:44 PM, 52ºF)

Sunrise Peak, Cascade Range, Washington 8-21-21

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Gray Wolf Ridge, Olympic Mountains, Washington (8-18-21)

Day 13 of Lupe’s 3rd Summer of 2021 Dingo Vacation to the West Coast!

11:15 AM, USFS Road No. 2870 (2860?), Olympic Peninsula – Two signs by the turn onto the side road made no mention USFS Road No. 120, or the Upper Dungeness trailhead, but this had to be the turn SPHP was looking for, didn’t it?  Going to give it a whirl.

Level, or close to it most of the way, the narrow side road traversed a steep, forested mountainside.  Thankfully, no oncoming traffic!  SPHP was glad when a roomy parking area appeared more than 1.5 miles in.

Think we’ve arrived, Looper!

Start of USFS Road No. 120 to the Upper Dungeness trailhead. Photo looks SSW.
Upper Dungeness trailhead.

12:11 PM, 65ºF, Upper Dungeness trailhead – Finally ready, SPHP strapped on the pack.  Despite leaving the North Cascades while it was still dark this morning, it was already noon.  Not good.  Regardless, Lupe set off for the end of USFS Road No. 120, coming to a smaller, shadier parking area only 100 feet from the big one.

The road ended at the far end of this smaller lot.  No signage here, either, but next to a big stump, a trail headed into the forest.

Look at these blue skies, SPHP!  Have to admit, taking the ferry back to the Olympic Peninsula was a great idea!  Where are we going, anyway?

Silly to be going anywhere this late in the day, Loop.  It’s a big climb!  We’ll shoot for Baldy (6,827 ft.), though, at a minimum.  Think we can do that.

And what would be the maximum, SPHP?

The real prize is Gray Wolf Ridge (7,218 ft.), Loopster!  Would love to get there, but it’s a long way.  Guess we’ll just have to see how feasible it looks from Baldy.

Gray Wolf Ridge!  It’ll be Brown & White Dingo Ridge by the time I’m through with it, SPHP!

Hah!  I hope you’re right, Looper!

Start of the trail at the end of USFS Road No. 120. Photo looks SW.

The “big climb” started off with an easy stroll down to Mueller Creek, the only water Lupe would come to today.  Wading through the stream, the Carolina Dog wisely helped herself to a cold drink before continuing up the opposite bank.  After a 20 foot rise, the single track trail leveled out on an old roadbed.

On the way to Mueller Creek.
Wading across Mueller Creek.

At first the roadbed was shady, but Lupe soon came to a sunnier stretch.  200 yards past Mueller Creek, a few sticks across the road marked where she needed to leave it.  A distinct trail veered off to the R here, climbed 20 or 30 feet, then leveled out, paralleling the now unseen lower route for 200 or 300 feet, before turning W (R) directly up the mountain.

On the initial shady stretch of the roadbed.
The side trail, close to where it left the road.

A long steep climb had begun.  Not super steep, but steep enough.  SPHP paused frequently for breathers.  The trail was easy to follow as Lupe climbed steadily higher.  Few curves or switchbacks to ease the rate of ascent.  Leafy plants covered the floor of a fairly open forest.

Starting up the mountain.

After gaining 350 feet of elevation, the American Dingo reached another old roadbed.  25 feet to the R, a rotten log across this road marked where the trail continued higher.

By the rotten log on the upper roadbed. Trail continues to the L from here.

Believe I read about this spot online, Loop.  We’re at about 3,550 feet here.

Is that good, SPHP?

Heh.  A bit better than where we started out, but we’re just getting started!

From the rotten log, the trail ran up a short slope of packed dirt before vanishing into the forest.  Nothing would change now until Lupe got at least another 2,000 feet higher.  Still heading directly up a ridge that looked virtually the same as the rest of the mountainside, Loop charged up the trail as fast as SPHP’s heart, lungs, and legs would allow.

On the packed dirt slope above the rotten log.

No views, only trees.  The character of the forest varied somewhat from one region to the next, but these changes were more subtle than abrupt.  Up every step of the way!  No flat or downhill stretches.  In some places, young trees crowded the path, in others, the forest was more open.

Relentlessly steep!  SPHP paused frequently for breathers.  The good news was that the trail was always easy to follow.

The long climb.

Lupe eventually passed a wooden “No Stoves Beyond This Point” sign.  Checking the topo map, SPHP decided that might mean she’d reached the wilderness boundary at roughly 4,800 feet.  A while later, a white sign with black lettering was spotted somewhat off the trail.  That one said simply “National Forest Boundary”.

The steepest part was early on, but the average rate of ascent diminished so slowly that change was virtually imperceptible for a long way.  Not until the trail finally began trending NW, instead of W, did improvement become more noticeable.

Loop had already gained a lot of elevation by the time a small clearing appeared ahead.  The trail curved L, bypassing it, but this seemed like a good spot to take a break.  The opening was level, round, and covered with small flat rocks.  A heavily forested high point a few hundred feet higher was in sight.

At the clearing.

Chocolate coconut bar, Loop?

Thought you’d never ask, SPHP!  How are we doing, anyway?

Hard to say, Looper, but we must have made decent progress by now.

Returning to the trail, Lupe encountered something she hadn’t before.  Just past the small clearing, several big trees had fallen across the trail.  Didn’t affect the Carolina Dog at all.  She trotted below the mess, while SPHP had to crawl over it, or circle by off-trail.  Happily, deadfall was confined to this one little section.

The trail was clear again as the American Dingo continued on.  The rate of ascent was finally starting to slow enough to make a difference.  The forest was beginning to thin out, too.  Lupe started coming to clearings where Tyler Peak (6,364 ft.) was in sight off to the NE.

Tyler Peak (L of Center). Photo looks NE.

The trail steepened again before finally leveling out.  Progress was rapid along this flat stretch, which went on for quite a long way.  Eventually, a partially open hillside appeared ahead.  Leaving the forest, Loopster climbed through a meadow of dry grass.

On the flat stretch. Photo looks SSE.
Approaching the steep meadow. Photo looks NNW.
Crossing the meadow. Photo looks NW.
Looking back. Photo looks SE.

Looking W (L), the meadow extended 500 feet higher, all the way up to Peak 6531.  The American Dingo could have gone straight up to it, but SPHP felt the trail was plenty steep enough.

Peak 6531 (L). Photo looks WSW.

After crossing the meadow, the trail continued along the edge of the next forest, entering it shortly before reaching a ridgeline.  Lupe promptly came to a junction.

R was the way to Tyler Peak.  Lupe instead turned L, starting what was now only a 300 foot climb up to Peak 6531.  Quickly emerging from the forest, there was a fairly flat part of the meadow off to the L.

Out on the flat part of the meadow. Photo looks SSE.
Peak 6531 from the relatively flat region. Photo looks SW.

The trail to Peak 6531, however, stayed toward the R along the NW edge of the ridge.  As she climbed, Looper could now see Baldy (6,827 ft.), her minimum objective, off to the W.

Baldy (Center) from the trail up Peak 6531. Photo looks W.
Halfway up Peak 6531 from the flat part of the meadow. Photo looks WSW.

4:02 PM, Peak 6531 – Lupe stood on a little rock outcropping enjoying a terrific view of Tyler Peak (6,364 ft.).  The Strait of Juan de Fuca, many islands, and even parts of Canada were visible beyond it, but the view was quite hazy that far out.

Tyler Peak (Center) from Peak 6531. Photo looks NE.

Peak 6531’s summit was small, but the SW slope wasn’t steep, so there was plenty of room to relax.  Pausing to rest for a few minutes, Loop had unobstructed views in all directions.  0.7 mile due W, Baldy (6,827 ft.) was only 300 feet higher.  Looked like an easy trek.

Baldy (L of Center) is going to be a snap! Photo looks W.

Lots more to see here, too!  An enormous ridge to the SE ran for miles, many peaks strung out along it.  The Needles, a collection of even higher, rugged peaks, was visible to the SW beyond the end of the giant Royal Creek canyon.  A closer peak, along the near side of that same canyon, caught the eye.

The upper slopes were all gray.

Is that it, SPHP?  Gray Wolf Ridge (7,218 ft.)?

Yeah!  Gotta be, Looper!  Let’s get to Baldy, and have a look!  Maybe there’s still time to get to Gray Wolf before dark?

Abandoning Peak 6531, Lupe headed W.

Setting out for Baldy (R). Gray Wolf Ridge (L). Photo looks WSW.

The only potentially questionable part of the trek to Baldy was a forested stretch that might hide some rough ground.

Approaching the forested region. Baldy (Center). Photo looks W.

Happily, the forested region proved no worse than the rest of the route.  Following use trails, Lupe wound through it without difficulty.  Once past the trees, all that remained was a 400 foot open trudge higher.

Starting up Baldy (R), Gray Wolf Ridge (L). Photo looks WSW.
Baldy’s easy E slope. Photo looks W.

Baldy had a bit of an E shoulder, a rocky high point that seemed worth a stop along the way.  Lupe scrambled up there for a quick look around.

On Baldy’s E shoulder. Tyler Peak (L). Peak 6531 (Center). Photo looks E.
Peak 6531 (L). Photo looks ESE with help from the telephoto lens.

The E shoulder was a magnificent viewpoint in its own right, but wasn’t the top.  Baldy’s summit was only 0.1 mile farther W now.  A couple of minutes on the E shoulder, and the Carolina Dog was on her way.

Baldy’s summit from the E shoulder. Photo looks W.

4:50 PM, 57ºF, Baldy (6,827 ft.) – A semi-circular rock fortress, no doubt intended as a wind break, stood 15 feet N of a rocky true summit only modestly higher than the rest of the terrain.  100 feet farther W, amid a slightly lower collection of rocks, one stood on end, seemingly marking the W end of the summit region.

With fabulous views in all directions, just getting to Baldy was a worthy accomplishment itself!

The summit region. Photo looks NW.
In the rock fortress. Gray Wolf Ridge (L). Photo looks SW.
View from the W end. Photo looks NW.
At Baldy’s true summit. Photo looks SE.
Baldy true summit. Photo looks SSE with help from the telephoto lens.

Somewhat surprisingly, no cairns, no registry, no survey benchmarks.

And that makes no difference to me, SPHP, but there better be a chocolate coconut bar!  Baldy’s been a monster climb!  How much elevation have we gained, anyway?

You’re in luck, when it comes to chocolate coconut bars, Looper!  I’ll split one with you, and you can have some Taste of the Wild, too.  Baldy is about 3,600 net feet of elevation gain from where we started.  More like 3,800 feet total.

No wonder I’m tired, SPHP!  Mind if we rest here for a while?

Feel the same way, Loop.  I’m ready for a break, too.

After dispatching the chocolate coconut bar, plus half of the Taste of the Wild supply, Lupe laid down on the dirt next to SPHP.

Resting on Baldy. Tyler Peak (R). Photo looks NE.

Did you see that huge mountain way off to the SW, SPHP?  The one with some big snowfields or glaciers on it?

Yup.  Believe that’s Mount Olympus (7,969 ft.), Loop.  Kind of amazing to think that we can see it from here!

Mount Olympus (R of Center) from Baldy. Photo looks SW with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

Suppose we’ll ever get to see Mount Olympus from Gray Wolf Ridge, SPHP?

Tough question.  Hard to say.  Time was flying by.  Gray Wolf Ridge was out there now, tantalizingly close, less than 1.5 miles away as the crow flies.  The sight of it was absolutely inspiring, but energy and the will to do all that was required to get there seemed to be ebbing away.  Baldy had done that.  Maybe Baldy was good enough?

A mountain too far? Gray Wolf Ridge (R). Photo looks SW.

Now or never, sweet puppy, or we’ll run out of time.  Want to go for it?

Yes, but not really, SPHP.  Wish I had my Dingo wings.

Reluctantly, Lupe followed SPHP down Baldy’s SW slope.  At first, it was easy, but a lip was ahead.  How steeply would the mountain drop away beyond it?  Would it even be possible to get down to the saddle leading to Peak 6520, a high point on the way to Gray Wolf Ridge, or would that require technical skills?  Maybe SPHP would just chicken out?

Approaching the lip. Gray Wolf Ridge (Center). Photo looks SW.

Plenty steep, that was for sure.  SPHP was a little doubtful.  Not technical, though, just a long way down a fairly featureless slope.

Oh, think I can manage this, Loop.  Just going to pick my way down slow and easy.  Have fun sniffing around!  You’re going to have some time on your paws while I do this.

Loose!  A pile of scree gave way with every step.  SPHP was consumed with guilt for destroying the mountain.  Between channels of the loose stuff, ribbons of tundra held about half of the slope together.  Which was worse?  Trample the delicate tundra?  Or erode away it’s weak nearby support by continuing to gouge it away?

Both choices seemed bad.  What seemed even worse was contemplating having to come back up this same slope later on in the dark.  Sticking with the loose scree rather than the tundra, SPHP tried to banish the thought, concentrating on the task at paw.  Plenty of evidence around that others had made this same choice, too.

Meanwhile, Lupe wandered effortlessly back and forth along the slope as impulse and her nose led her.  Almost as good as another rest break at the rate SPHP was going.

At last the grade began to diminish.  The worst was over.  SPHP was able to pick up the pace.  Reaching the saddle leading to Peak 6520, Loopster crossed it, and started up.

Heading down Baldy’s SW slope. Made in the shade by the time SPHP got this far! Photo looks SW.
Peak 6520 ahead. Photo looks SW.
Looking back at Baldy from the saddle. Photo looks NE.

Growing weariness aside, the trek to the top of Peak 6520 was easy.  Part of the way, a use trail stayed on loose scree to the R (NW) of a large intact strip of crunchy dry tundra that covered a long section of the ridgeline.

6:11 PM, Peak 6520 – The summit here was sort of like Peak 6531, a little bigger and flatter, perhaps, but equally barren and capped by a similar minor rock outcropping.  Lupe made it clear that she wanted to rest, but there wasn’t time for that.

Another big drop was ahead.  Fortunately, not nearly as steep as coming down off Baldy had been.  Unenthusiastically, the weary Carolina Dog went on.

Baldy (Center) from Peak 6520. Photo looks NE.
Gray Wolf Ridge (R) from Peak 6520. Photo looks SSW.
Approaching the last saddle. Photo looks SW.
Near the low point.
Looking back. Peak 6520 (L), Baldy (Center). Photo looks NE.
Looking SE from the saddle region.

Maybe it was the time of day, the slanting rays of the evening sun?  Maybe it was the easier terrain after getting past Baldy?  Or maybe the American Dingo now sensed the urgency SPHP felt?

Whatever the reason, as Lupe crossed that last saddle S of Peak 6520 and started up Gray Wolf Ridge, something changed.  Her former reluctance vanished.  A second wind!  Facing a 1,000 foot climb, energy, enthusiasm, and determination reappeared.  The Carolina Dog willingly led the way.

An initial short climb led to a level plain of dry tundra.  Gray Wolf Ridge now loomed ahead, a trail snaking higher before veering R to angle up a long, steep slope of gray soil.

Crossing the tundra plain. Photo looks SW.

The path was narrow.  Loose scree here, too, but beneath the surface, the soil was firm.  Lupe climbed and climbed.  SPHP trudged behind her.  At last, it appeared possible to regain the ridgeline.

Climbing Gray Wolf Ridge. Photo looks SW.
Not far from the ridgeline.

An odd cluster of rocks stuck out in all directions where Looper finally regained the ridge.  Nearby a steep, but relatively short climb led up to a minor high point, a rocky knob from which the ridge ahead angled more toward the WSW.  It all looked quite doable from here.

First rocky knob along the upper ridge. Baldy (L of Center). Photo looks NE.

Not much farther!  Less than 0.25 mile to the summit!

Getting near the end. Photo looks WSW.

A relatively easy trudge WSW got Lupe up to a large rounded hump of soil and sparse tundra.  The wind was blowing harder here.

Baldy (L of Center) and Tyler Peak (R) from the windy hump. Photo looks NE.

Looking S, a worrisome sight.  The hump became more of a ridge as it rose toward the prow of the mountain, a thick cap of off-white rock.

Whether Lupe could get up that steep-sided cap was debatable.

The prow from the hump. Photo looks SSW.

As Lupe headed for the prow, SPHP felt that it might be best to turn SW along the base of the cap seeking a feasible route up.  However, upon reaching the prow, a use trail angled only slightly R before vanishing as it led directly into the rock.

Approaching the prow. Photo looks SSW.
Going for it! Climbing the prow. Photo looks SW.

Twice Lupe got stuck.  Fortunately, SPHP was able to lift her high enough to get her past both otherwise insurmountable spots.

Waiting for SPHP after her 2nd boost.

Second boost did the trick!  Only a short, easy stroll higher remained.

7:45 PM, 55ºF, Gray Wolf Ridge (7,218 ft.) – An incredible, unforgettable half an hour was all Lupe would have before the sun would sink below the horizon.  Terribly sad, yet thrilling!

Loopster!  Congratulations!  Can’t believe we made it!  We’re really here!  Gray Wolf Ridge!  Fabulous job, sweet puppy!

No wolves in sight, SPHP!  Brown and white American Dingo Ridge at the moment!

Ha, ha!  Yes!  I love it!  Brown and white American Dingo Ridge it is!

Gray Wolf Ridge’s summit was much smaller than SPHP expected.  Two high points, so close to the same elevation that it was hard to say which might technically be the true summit, were at opposite ends of an 80 – 100 foot long ridge that cliffed out to the E, but sloped only moderately toward the W.

A brass survey benchmark was attached to the top of a flat rock over by the N summit where Lupe stood now, as SPHP shook her paw.

Gray Wolf Ridge N summit. Baldy (L), Tyler Peak (R). Survey benchmark visible on the rock R of Lupe. Photo looks NE.
The survey benchmark. Elevation shown, but sadly no “Gray Wolf” stamp.

The S summit was a more dangerous perch.  The highest rock jutted out into space.  Lupe got very close to it, but SPHP wouldn’t let her go quite all the way to the top.

The airy S summit. Photo looks S.

Other than a chilly 10 mph W breeze, conditions were perfect!  The air was clear. Nearby peaks could be seen with great clarity.  A more than half full moon was well above the E horizon.  After photos at both high points, Lupe and SPHP sat facing W toward the sinking sun.

Look!  No smoke, Loop!  We’ve finally found the clear blue skies that we set out in search of when we left home.

A rare moment on this Dingo Vacation, that’s for sure, SPHP!  So glad we kept going!  What a fabulous mountain!

Celebration time!  The third and final chocolate coconut bar vanished.  Lupe polished off the rest of the Taste of the Wild supply.

Trying to take it all in as much as possible while light remained, Loop and SPHP traipsed back and forth across the little summit ridge multiple times.  Baldy and Tyler Peak stood out back to the NE.  Two big peaks dominated to the SE.  Mount Constance (7,756 ft.)Warrior Peak (7,320 ft.)?  SPHP didn’t know.

Mount Walkinshaw (7,378 ft.) was closest of many jagged peaks to the S.  The Needles region came next, then Mount Deception (7,788 ft.)Mount Mystery (7,639 ft.) was even farther S.

S summit (L), Mount Mystery (Center), Mount Deception (R), The Needles (far R). Photo looks S.
Baldy (Center) and Tyler Peak (R) from the N summit. Photo looks NE.
Mount Constance (far L?), Warrior Peak (L?), S summit (L of Center), Mount Mystery (far R). Photo looks SSE.
Gray Wolf Ridge N summit. Photo looks NNE.
Moment of glory on Brown & White American Dingo Ridge! Get it right, SPHP!
Mount Deception (far L), The Needles (L), Mount Walkinshaw (R of Center). Photo looks SSW.

Precious minutes rapidly ticked away.  Sadly, no pause button in real life.  Some close ups, last glances at the tremendous views to the S, and Lupe stood for the final time near the S summit.  Even the alpenglow was fading.

Mount Mystery (Center), Mount Deception (R), The Needles (far R). Photo looks S.
Mount Mystery (R). Photo looks S with help from the telephoto lens.
Mount Deception (L) and The Needles region (Center & R). Photo looks SSW with help from the telephoto lens.
S summit. Final moments in the alpenglow. Photo looks SE.

The big show wasn’t over yet, though!  Attention now shifted to the WNW where earth’s glowing star still hovered above the horizon.

Sunset from Gray Wolf Ridge!  We are so lucky, SPHP!

Sunset from Gray Wolf Ridge.

Far to the SW was another amazing sight, a glacier-clad peak, mightiest of the entire Olympic Peninsula!

Mount Olympus from Gray Wolf Ridge. Photo looks SW with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

The show went on, a once-in-a-lifetime must see event.  A magnificent display it was!  Transfixed, Lupe and SPHP stayed through the credits.

8:24 PM, Gray Wolf Ridge – The world was gray.  Clouds had moved in, borne by the chilly W wind.  Still light out, but not for long.  Dusk would be coming soon.  Lupe stood by the pack close to the N summit.

Sunset might be over and done with, but the American Dingo’s Gray Wolf Ridge adventure wasn’t.  Gotta do it all over again, in reverse!

Gah!  Better get with it!

Final moments on the summit.

A need for speed!  Light was fading fast as SPHP grabbed the pack, sorry to be leaving Gray Wolf Ridge so soon, yet elated that Lupe had managed to arrive in time to have enjoyed the experience.  A fond farewell to the mountain, then –

Onward!  Puppy, ho!

Carefully, carefully, though!  SPHP had trouble recognizing the lower spot where Lupe had been hoisted up the prow.  Delay was not good, but SPHP finally figured it out, and helped the Carolina Dog down.  An easy trek across the rounded hump, then ENE down along the upper ridge.

Descending the upper ridge. Photo looks WNW.

Fading light made the descent tricky.  SPHP kept losing the use trail.  Lupe led the way, repeatedly finding it again, often much lower.

Dark!  The flashlight emerged before the Carolina Dog was completely down off Gray Wolf Ridge.  At least the worst was behind her by then.  Batteries were weak.  SPHP didn’t bother with stopping to change them.

A beautiful evening!  Moonlight brightened the edges of clouds in the night sky, shedding a gleam on the mountain, too.  Desperately weary, Lupe began climbing toward Peak 6520 again.  Repeatedly pawing the back of SPHP’s legs, she politely begged for mercy.

And so it was.  Again and again.  Resting while sitting in the dark on the bone dry tundra, watching the clouds sail by in the moonlit sky, as the W wind blew.  Then on once more, a little farther, until the tap of the tired, gentle paw.  Please stop!  Rinse and repeat.

What had been easy during the day, now felt uncertain, dangerous.  Hard to find the way, hard to judge distances, hard to stay oriented.  Descents brought on fear of the abyss, that black void ahead.  All these sudden drops.  Careful!  One step at a time!

8-19-21, 12:07 AM, Baldy – Mutually exhausted, Lupe nestled on SPHP’s lap.  She’d perked up some during the trek up Baldy, but wanted to rest again now.  For SPHP, coming up Baldy had been wretched, endless, but no more big climbs left.  Going to be alright.  Peak 6531 yet to come, but that wouldn’t be so bad.

Layered up, SPHP sat facing away from the wind.  What an amazing night!  Clouds threatened the moon, but elsewhere, silver stars shone brightly.  There were other lights, too.

See that, Loop?  All those glittering lights below?  Civilization!  That’s Port Angeles, and islands in the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  Way out there, Canada, and the E shore of Puget Sound, too!

Midnight on Baldy.  Half delirious, it was like being in a dream.

For a long time, no one moved.  Then somehow, the summoned strength to carry on.

SPHP was elated when Lupe reached the trail junction near the flat part of the meadow below Peak 6531.  Maintained trail and downhill now all the rest of the way!

That joy was premature.  The trail had been fine, obvious on the way up, but SPHP couldn’t follow it in the dark.  So frustrating!  It kept vanishing in the meadow.  Was Lupe too high or too low?  Impossible to say.  Up and down!  Around and around.  No luck.  No clue.

Two efforts both ended circling all the way back up to the trail junction.

8-19-21, 2:52 AM, flat part of the meadow – No more!  Laying down on the dirt and thin grass, SPHP clicked off the flashlight.  Gloves, hat, all layers on.  Lupe huddled closer.

Try to sleep, sweet puppy!

Nearby, the cold wind sighed in the trees.

8-19-21, 4:32 AM – Shivering, SPHP woke.  Black as pitch.  Definitely colder now, the wind roaring.  Where the Carolina Dog was still cuddled up, the only warmth in the world.  Another hour and a half till dawn.

How, you feeling, Loop?  I can’t take this any longer.  We have to move.

I’m lots better, SPHP.  Ready when you are!

Good!  Changing the batteries in this flashlight.  We’ll find that trail yet!

Worked like a charm!

8-19-21, 7:19 AM, 57ºF, Upper Dungeness trailhead – Sunny and bright!  SPHP moved the RAV4 to the shady part of the trailhead, fed a famished American Dingo, and chowed down, too.

A beautiful morning, but neither Lupe nor SPHP were going to see any of the rest of it.  Both off to Dingo Dreamland, climbing together forever, to see a blazing sunset high atop Gray Wolf Ridge.

Gray Wolf Ridge, Olympic Mountains, Washington 8-18-21

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