|Fairy Falls and a Wood Sprite|
This is a great spot for have lunch and relax. Today, we are going to stop here for just long enough to top off our water bladders. I have brought my little filter and we quickly fill up. The water here is very cold, even at this time of the summer, and the flow is also strong and clear. I probably don’t need to filter, but I don’t see a reason to risk it. Something I realized about Wakeenah, though we are in the midst of a dry hot spell and at the end of the summer, when all of the other creeks and streams are really low (Multnomah falls, for instance, is a shade of its normal glory) Wakeenah is flowing along just fine. In fact, it seems to be pretty much the same as it looks during the winter rains. The source of the underground spring must mitigate the high and low water levels. I wonder how that works. Is there some great huge underwater lake up in the higher hills with a little out flow near the bottom that feeds underground to the springs? So the flow will be just about constant no matter what unless the secret reservoir runs out of water? I am going to say it is unless Wikipedia wants to contradict me. (An internet search finds nothing except other people saying how nice it is to hike this loop. I will interpret their posts as reverse time derivatives of my work).
|The Scree with a View|
I came this way once in the winter in the snow and damned near got myself lost and benighted before I turned around. It was a strange thing. I had seen the signs that said things like “Devil’s Rest” and “Angel’s Rest” but I was convinced that they were all pointing the wrong way. This turns out to be a sure sign your are lost. I was trying to get to Devil’s rest, and I thought I was going the right way. I was following the foot prints in the snow of a couple of hikers and they surely must have known where they were going. I would either find Devil’s Rest, or I would run into them. So I followed and followed. The way kept getting harder and harder and looking less and less like a real path. Surely I would hit something I recognized soon? It started to snow again and it was getting on toward the afternoon. Sun goes down around 4:30 this time of year so I really needed to be getting someplace soon. That is when the footsteps stop. Both pairs just stopped. What? Did they fly off? Then it hit me. It wasn’t a couple of hikers. It was one hiker. He had just turned around and I didn’t realize one set of footprints was going in the other direction. CRAP. I turned back and decided just to retrace back to my car. Then I saw my shadow. It was long a tracing out in front of me. In Front of me? Crap, I had been hiking 180 degrees in the wrong direction. It was cold. I was low on water. I had very little emergency overnight stuff. Just a light bivy. Got to be more careful in the future when I am out alone in the snow.
|The Grotto at Devil's Rest|
|Devil's Rest Boulders|
|I guess that must be Mount Adams.|