I woke up at 6:30am this morning because I wanted to take some early-morning pictures of the mountains viewable from the roadside near our lodge. I was hoping for the mountainside to be enshrouded with mist, but alas it wasn’t. Nonetheless I took some photos with the tripod (since there wasn’t enough light to hand-hold it). I took a few photos and then headed back to the room. By this time, Larry was awake and we went to breakfast. It was a buffet since it was Sunday. I had scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
After breakfast we packed up and stopped by the grocery store to buy sandwiches to eat for lunch on the trail.
The Lost Lake trailhead is located in a subdivision and was very difficult to find. The weather was drizzly, overcast, and cold. Lost Lake Trail goes 7 miles from the trailhead to the lake. The entire trail is almost all uphill until you get to the ridge leading to the lake. The first part of the trail was in the forest with tall trees and little other foliage. As we went onward the foliage got thicker and we ascended more. Eventually the trail led through berry patches. We picked and ate raspberries as well as salmon-berries. Beyond that, we came upon a lone copse of pine trees with a campsite in the middle. The ground in the campsite was covered in soft and dry pine straw. As we continued our ascent, we went above the valley along a ridge. There were clumps of pine trees with flowered meadows mixed in-between.
As soon as we broke out of the valley I was taking a lot of photographs. I was really hoping that it would be sunny on the way back so I could get better pictures.
Beyond that we entered the tundra region. Here it got colder with no trees or anything else to block the wind. Here we were treated to mushy, springy tundra terrain sprinkled with colorful lichens.
When we finally reached the highest point on the tundra ridge, we could see Lost Lake about a mile in the distance.
The cold wind was blowing hard, so we looked for a good spot to stop for lunch. We found a hillside depression that worked well to shield the wind. We ate lunch and then pressed onward.
We didn’t go down to the lake but instead hiked around the ridge area. We saw some of these strange beaver-looking animals scurrying around and making these loud high-pitched whistling sounds. Larry tried to get close to them for a photo, but they disappeared into a hole in the ground. After that we turned around and headed back.
By this time my feet were starting to bother me. I put the mole-skin stuff on my ankles so I wouldn’t get blisters, but after the first day I got a big blister on my ring-finger toe on my left foot. Because of this, I had the mole-skin wrapped around this toe too. My feet were really starting to ace. I don’t think it was the blister, they just felt extremely sore.
On the way back, just passed the tundra we set up the tripod to take some photographs of the two of us with Larry’s camera. I need to make sure he sends me those pictures.
The entire time back to the trailhead my feet were in extreme pain. I didn’t even feel like taking pictures. I don’t know what the problem was. These were the same boots I wore on the same trail the last time I came three years ago. It was very painful to walk. They felt stiff like they needed to be massaged or popped, but nothing helped.
Chinooks again for dinner, Halibut sandwich, cheese sticks, and blackberry cobbler.
Larry tried to change his flight to an earlier one, but there was nothing available. Likewise for me, Delta didn’t have anything earlier to Atlanta either. So that means Larry will leave at around 3pm and I’ll leave around 8pm. 5 hours to burn. Ugh.










