This October has been a gift. In August, I expected to have amazing back-to-back weekends in the high alpine. No smoke, no bugs, nothing but perfect summer nights where daylight fades to twilight and the heavens fill with stars. But instead, wildfires raged and lungs burned. Perfect weather weekends were wasted as the only option was to stay indoors. I thought sunny hike weekends were a thing of the past; it was time to bust out the raingear and microspikes and prepare for a moody and wet fall. Instead, weekend after weekend, the sun shines in the mountains and this weekend at Kulshan doing the Chain Lake Loop was no different.
After two larch weekends where sun lit up the golden needles, two days on the last week of September with sun so magnificent it was too hot for yoga pants, and a weekend gallivanting around Mt. Rainier, I didn’t expect another dry weekend. The chores I pushed off week after week, saving them for rain, are starting to stack up. The homework that is rather critical to my success as a grad student is feverishly being finished in stolen moments in the evening or a lunch break. I have no regrets. I have lived in Washington long enough to know that the grey always comes and when it comes, it stays. I will chase the sunshine until it dips behind the horizon for the last time.
Herman Pass & Bagley Lakes
We arrived at Artist Point to a full parking lot. Avoiding cars, humans, and dogs we set out on the loop counter-clockwise. After crossing the road we found the permanent cairns for the Wild Goose Trail and began the steep descent. A few road crossings later, we arrived at the shelter near Bagley Lake and left the parking lot behind.
The lakes looked spectacular from the birds-eye view and before too long we were along the lakeshore. Everything became instantly more scenic as we maneuvered icy rock slabs and wandered among the fall foliage.
We crossed a stone bridge that seemed out of a fairy tale and set up towards Herman Pass. We moved through a rainbow of colors from golden grasses to red huckleberry bushes. Kulshan was not yet visible, but Shuksan reigned supreme at our back. After several switchbacks and a little huffing and puffing, we reached the pass.
Iceberg & Hayes Lake
Table mountain dominated on our left, while Kulshan stood at full glory straight ahead. A few of the lakes we would be visiting as we continued the loop were also visible. It was a perfect spot to stop and soak it in.
After eating a little lunch and giving side-eye to the large group flying an illegal drone, we decided to move on. Descending into the lake basin, golden meadows glowed in the sunlight with Kulshan as a background. Iceberg Lake came into view with Table Mountain behind it. With the turquoise water and unique peak shape, for a moment it felt like we were in a different part of the country.
As Hayes Lake came into view, however, we seemed to be clearly back in the Mt. Baker Wilderness. It looked like the perfect swimming lake, but it wasn’t quite warm enough to convince me to shed my layers and jump in.
We rounded the corner and saw the two Mazama Lakes, bringing our lake total count up to six so far, plus a few picturesque tarns. Then we began our climb out of the basin. It was easy to ignore the elevation gain when we stopped every few feet to admire the view. It was the first weekend not doing a “larch march” in a bit, but it was great to remember how beautiful high-alpine fall foliage is, even when the golden trees aren’t around.