I just got home from a weekend of roughing it with friends from Seattle. I am starting to scrounge together a nice collection of camping gear for such adventures and I'm going to go out a lot more. Better yet, figure out a way to mix it with kayaking. But for this trip, we were land lubbers near the ocean and it was awesome. We met up at Saddle Mountain State Park which is part of the coastal range. Our campsite was way up in a dense forest of tall birch trees, underneath the towering craggy mountain. We had a radio with a hand crank that was tuned to a great classic rock show on the coastal community station that night. You know when you hear a song that you've never heard before on the radio and so you sit there and wait for the DJ to come on and announce the name of the song? It was like that, but the songs were 13 minutes long and we had to keep cranking the radio back up so we wouldn't miss the vital information. Like my life depended on it. And i'd never heard of these bands before, from the late 60's? Frumious Bandersnatch? The Wizards from Kansas?.
The next day's hike was a 1600 ft climb, basically straight up for two miles. The trail was well maintained and they had foot holds on the especially steep part near the summit. it was a cloudy day and for a lot of the ascent, we were inside of the clouds, surrounded by mist. when we finally reached the top, the weather cooperated a bit and we could see all the way to the ocean. When we got back down we drove over to Cannon Beach and then to Ft. Stevens where we camped on saturday, drinking wine by the fire and chatting. In the morning, we went on another hike to a shipwreck buried in the beach and one of my friends brought the diary of Lewis and Clark and read passages to us about what the Corps of Discovery was up to when they were near this same spot. (answer: getting VD from the Chinooks). There were a lot of horseback riders out on the beach and it was sort of rainy and magic feeling. I think my legs are going to be sore tomorrow.