Mount Hood

We spent Wednesday night in Paradise Creek campground in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest.  Pulling into an empty campground after dark felt kind of like being in a horror film but we quickly picked a spot, got a fire going and then it was business as usual.

Thursday morning we made the hour drive to Hood River just in time for an early lunch.  Hood River lies right on the Columbia River and provides everything an outdoor enthusiast could ever dream of...water sports and quick access to Mt. Hood for summer hiking/backpacking and winter sports.  We ate lunch at Double Mountain Brewery, our first brush with civilization in four days.  The pizza and a local IPA were delicious and much needed.  We spent a bit of time enjoying the beautiful weather and checking out a few outdoor shops before heading off to Mount Hood.

We stopped at the ranger station to get a backcountry permit for the night and the park ranger ended up changing our backpacking plans.  We had originally planned to do a backpack loop in the Mount Hood Meadows area.  She talked us into do a backpack starting a Cloud Cap Campground, following the Timberline Trail and then up the Cooper Ridge Spur which goes up to 8000', one of the highest elevations you can get to on the mountain without doing any technical climbing.  It was rare to be able to have such warm and clear weather so she recommended we take advantage and get up as high as we could.

Carrying the packs for the first time on the trip felt quite a bit different on the legs.  The consistent climbing also didn't help.  We followed the Timberline Trail, which circumnavigates the base of Mt. Hood, for a mile and a half before hitting the Cooper Ridge Spur.  From this point, the trail climbed straight up via many switchbacks through the stark tundra zone of the mountain.  We climbed passed stunning viewpoints of Mt. Hood and icefalls of the Eliot glacier.  That is the closest that Abe and I had ever been to a glacier.  The scale is incredible.  On our way back down the mountain we decided that we were going to stay in the Cooper Spur shelter that we passed on the way up if no one had already claimed it for the night.  We were the first to arrive and claimed the dirt floor rock shelter.  About 30 minutes after we arrived, a couple ladies hiking the entire Timberline Trail joined us in the very small shelter for the night.  We were treated to an incredible sunset with the purple glow bouncing off Mt. Rainier, Mt. St Helens and Mt. Adams beyond (the picture below does the view zero justice).  After the sun went down, it was too cold and windy to hang out outside the shelter so it was early to bed for us.

This was quite possibly one of the worst nights sleep that I have ever gotten.  The combination of the cold, the wind, the uneven floor, the dust blowing in our faces all night and the mice crawling on us made it very tough to sleep.  Oh well, definitely worth the adventure!  After slowing crawling out of the sleeping bags we immediately headed back down the mountain towards the car...too windy for breakfast up high.

After getting back down the mountain we stopped at a campground to eat breakfast and get cleaned up before heading to Portland, our second brush with civilization.  The drive to Portland only took a little over an hour.  Once we arrived in Portland we went to the Pearl District to explore for a couple of hours.  We hit a couple of the big tourist spots, Powell's Books and Voodoo Donut, ate lunch at one of the food truck parks and explored a couple of the parks.  We weren't in town long enough for me to form much of an opinion on the place.  It reminded me a lot of Asheville, NC, only much larger.  It sure would be nice to live in a large urban area and have an amenity like Mt Hood so close by!

Off to the Olympic Peninsula...