Pro Tip: Always Call The Ranger Station
I made plans.
I found the trail.
And the campsite.
Researched parking and permits.
Determined that given the distance we were going to crash in a hotel Friday night.
Made hotel reservations.
Bought a new sleeping bag.
Loaded up the pack, grabbed Bill, and hit the road.
Our hotel was this cute little (romantic) place in the middle of nowhere. Following a nice lie in (it was to be a short hike), we got up, got breakfast, and headed to the ranger station.
Turns out the ranger station is closed on the weekends.
It also turns out that the trail we wanted had been closed since a nasty storm in December of 2007. And, every campsite in that ranger district was still closed for the season (stupid internet lied to me!!). Bummed I asked Bill what he wanted to do. He suggested we go down (from North Western Washington) to Mount St. Helens and day hike around there and then figure out what else to do.
We did that and had a good time. For lunch we had Clif Bars and some freeze-dried back packing food. Then hit the open road. This time bound for Cannon Beach (for those keeping track, that's North Western Oregon. We got there just after sunset, so he got some great pictures, then we hunted down a place for dinner.
After disappointingly learning that we couldn't camp on the beach we got another hotel room. We got up early this morning to get sunrise pictures at the beach, and then headed home.
It turned out to be an awesome weekend, and with a special someone the romance factor would have been out of control. We had a blast, and having my phone off all weekend rocked.
We also both learned that weekends like this are probably going to be vital to each of our existence. I needed the break so desperately badly, and so did he.
Sigh, back to the grind tomorrow.
I found the trail.
And the campsite.
Researched parking and permits.
Determined that given the distance we were going to crash in a hotel Friday night.
Made hotel reservations.
Bought a new sleeping bag.
Loaded up the pack, grabbed Bill, and hit the road.
Our hotel was this cute little (romantic) place in the middle of nowhere. Following a nice lie in (it was to be a short hike), we got up, got breakfast, and headed to the ranger station.
Turns out the ranger station is closed on the weekends.
It also turns out that the trail we wanted had been closed since a nasty storm in December of 2007. And, every campsite in that ranger district was still closed for the season (stupid internet lied to me!!). Bummed I asked Bill what he wanted to do. He suggested we go down (from North Western Washington) to Mount St. Helens and day hike around there and then figure out what else to do.
We did that and had a good time. For lunch we had Clif Bars and some freeze-dried back packing food. Then hit the open road. This time bound for Cannon Beach (for those keeping track, that's North Western Oregon. We got there just after sunset, so he got some great pictures, then we hunted down a place for dinner.
After disappointingly learning that we couldn't camp on the beach we got another hotel room. We got up early this morning to get sunrise pictures at the beach, and then headed home.
It turned out to be an awesome weekend, and with a special someone the romance factor would have been out of control. We had a blast, and having my phone off all weekend rocked.
We also both learned that weekends like this are probably going to be vital to each of our existence. I needed the break so desperately badly, and so did he.
Sigh, back to the grind tomorrow.
posted by granola girl at 10:24 pm
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