Rick and I were antsy the other day – our wives had made plans to see the latest Twilight film, and while we love our wives very very much, we are not on “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob”. We are on “Team Maintain Our Manly Dignity”. Thus, we decided to do the manliest thing we could think of-
climb a snowy mountain in the Cascades.
I couldn’t help but feel a little bit like we were members of the Fellowship of the Ring as they attempted to cross the pass of Caradhras in the Misty Mountains
– except in our case, we had beautiful weather, no evil wizard trying to turn us back, and instead of taking the Ring of Power to Mount Doom, we were just looking for a good time and taking our digital cameras to get some sweet jumping pictures.
But I digress.
There’s something about setting off in the wilderness, picking a peak and a route, and just going for it that makes me just feel so alive. After quick tw0-man huddle, we decided to take on the unknown peak just east of “The Tooth.”
“The Tooth” is one of the gnarliest looking peaks in Washington. Ours was like the Tooth’s little brother. Maybe the little brother who wasn’t very good at sports and played flute in the band*. The one who didn’t have a bad attitude. Maybe he was adopted. Anyways, he was much easier to climb. But they still lived in the same house.
The trip was awesome. Rick and I hoofed it in without snowshoes-the sun had created a nice ice crust and we were able to kick steps in the slope pretty well. One of my favorite parts about hiking is that the harder you work, the better the views get. This was definitely true as we moved up the valley, with more and more peaks showing their faces and eventually Mt. Baker emerging as we got to our summit.
Lunch on the top – hunks of bread, cheese, and Rick’s salmon was all we needed before “glissading” or “sliding on our butts” a good part of the way down.
All in all, a great hike.
And don’t worry, Ashley says she enjoyed New Moon too.
*It’s okay – I can make fun of guys who play flute in the band. I might know someone who pursued that in 6th and 7th grade before he switched to drums because he was the only boy out of 30 girls and was last chair. Good times.