Thrilled to be back in the wilderness areas of the National
Park system, we were eager to get back to hiking. We made a plan to explore the Thunder Creek
Trail and onward to 4th of July Pass… but the cool morning air and
shade of the tree canopy at the campsite was the perfect combination for
sleeping in and a bit of a lazy morning… especially after all of our time in
the exposed concrete city RV parks. We
began our day slowly – listening to the birds chirp busily outside our windows
and the river rush by in the distance.
We sipped our coffee and hot cocoa as the day greeted us with all of its
possibilities.
But after a late breakfast (or maybe an early brunch), we
went in search of the trailhead to see what the forest and mountains had to
teach us. We walked quickly along the
creek for a couple of miles, listening to the rushing waters carry the snow
melt down from the glaciers and snow fields high above us, chattering often
with one another. We were happy to be
back – experiencing creation from the tiniest flower clinging to the trailside
to the craggiest mountain peak looming in the distance. I feel at home here.
After a couple of miles, we turned and headed up the 4th
of July Pass trail in search of these higher mountain peaks that surrounded us,
known as the American Alps. The path
began to climb. Higher and higher we
went – switchback after switchback – winding our way up the mountain. Somewhere close to 3,000 feet later, and numerous grumpy
faces and complaints totaling just slightly less than that, we reached the
pass. Snowy covered peaks surrounded us
at every angle, peeking out from between the hemlocks and firs. We found our way to the campsite area and
plopped our packs down – eager to give our knees and quadriceps a break…
The climb had been a challenge for all of us. When walking steadily uphill for any length
of time, we tend to shift into low gear… but combine that with steep and miles
at a time… and you can often add mental exhaustion to the list of ailments. But I have yet to have an experience where
the reward was not worth the effort. I
always learn something – usually about myself.
I think on this particular hike, we all learned that negativity usually
compounds your ailments and, in this case, doesn't get you there any more
quickly.
But taking a long break at the top as we enjoyed our lunch
from a gorgeous spot renewed our spirits.
We took a moment to remind ourselves of how amazing it is to be afforded
this experience, to have the physical ability to see places like the one we had
reached, and the gift we have been given to help protect and preserve. Once we finally brought ourselves to head
back down the mountain, the kids energy levels had returned and they seemed to
bounce merrily down in front of us… as our older knees, with more miles of
trail on them, let us slowly down… with only a handful of audible groans. As we drove back to the campsite, we were treated to a rainbow in the mist coming off the dam - yet another reminder of the unexpected surprises that may be around every bend.

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