Mount St. Helens NM
Mount St. Helens NM
Mile 7380
I am pretty sure a bear went through our campsite last night. Scat was piled up in our tire tracks this morning, and Troy said he heard something “rather large” making it’s way through. We packed up and headed north, back into Mount Rainier NP to catch the morning sun on the eastern and northern slopes of the mountain. The Sunrise Visitors Center is very old school compared to it’s contemporary partner at Paradise. The limitless views to the east and south from Sunrise lookout make you feel above it all. A beautiful place to be.
Troy and I backtracked our way out of the park and headed south. Today’s destination is Mount St. Helens National Monument. Our path took us to the eastern side of the park. It is the more quiet side, with only a two lane dead end road finishing above Spirit Lake with Mount St. Helens in the distance to the south. A park ranger gave us the low down on the explosion that happened 3 decades ago, and the devastating impact it had. The change in topography is quite unimaginable unless you see it first hand. Amazing.
It was time for us to continue down the road. Our rough goal was to make it to Crater Lake National Park by the end of the following day. How we got there was wide open to interpretation. We decided to take only back roads south, and to enjoy the Washington and Oregon countryside. We crossed the Columbia River Gorge at Hood River, and wandered southward. There are some interesting roads in the wilderness areas between Portland/Salem/Eugene to the west and Bend to the east. Some were single lane paved routes with small pull outs every once in a while, and these were open to two way traffic. It was incredibly remote feeling and absolutely beautiful. Dusk was heading our way, so we found a riverside camp spot for the night.
Some buddies of Troy’s in OZ had nominated him on Facebook to perform some silly act of ice cold brutality. I can’t remember the name of this stunt, but I was involved. It consisted of Troy videoing himself sitting on a rock in the glacier fed stream and getting 2 buckets of stream water poured over him. I was the pourer, and recipient of roughly one third of the water. Dang cold. Ah to be a kid again. Almost forgot.