Glorious sun

For the past week Seattle has been stuck in an inversion. Under these conditions, our weather is particularly miserable, cold and foggy. In addition, the air gets really stagnant, which causes poor air quality and associated public health effects. To be clear (because I’ve overheard a lot of people getting this wrong), the inversion is not caused by pollution–it would happen even if there were no Seattle. However it does worsen pollution because fresh air isn’t getting mixed in.

During an inversion, the sun is a distant memory. It’s a little extreme even for Seattle, and so on Saturday, Andrew and I decided to hike above the clouds where it was sunny and warm.

Hikers enjoying the view of Squak Mountain. Beneath the clouds, invisible, is the city of Issaquah.

Hikers enjoying the view of Squak Mountain. Beneath the clouds, invisible, is the city of Issaquah.

Poo Poo Point via the Chirico Trail
Distance: 4 miles round trip
High Point: 1850 feet above sea level
Elevation Gain: 2200 feet
Highlights: Being above the inversion, sunshine, awesome clouds, Mount Rainier.
Low points: Ever since Jasper the Dog was attacked by an off-leash dog in our neighborhood, he’s been much more aggressive around other dogs … and there were a ton of dogs on the trail. Poor pup. Hiking used to be one of his favorite activities.

IMG_4599_wmAn inversion in the atmosphere occurs when temperature increases with height, or in other words the ground is colder than the overlying air. This configuration inhibits air from rising, because the cold air is very stable (not buoyant). Inversions can be caused by two mechanisms, both of which are tied to high-pressure weather systems. 1) Because high pressure is associated with clear skies, the ground can very effectively radiate heat to space, and so the ground cools. 2) High pressure is also associated with sinking air aloft, which leads to compression of the air and thus warming aloft.

IMG_4600_wmSo we have a situation in which moist, cold air is trapped near the surface, and that leads to epic fog. The inversion prevents air mixing in from above and dissipating the fog. To make matters worse, at this time of year and this latitude, the sun is weak; the fog won’t simply burn off. It lingers.

It can get a little depressing if you’re stuck under the cloud. But above, it’s glorious.

Mount Ranier

Mount Ranier

I promised pictures

The slideshow for last month’s Devil’s Loop backpacking trip in the North Cascades can be found here. It looks like this

Jack Mountain, North Cascades

And this

Atop Devil’s Dome, looking north

And this

Rainbow campground on the east bank of Ross Lake, North Cascades

With lots of this

Tuckered

I think this is one of my favorite photos of Jasper the Dog. To be fair, the reason we were nose to nose was because I too collapsed on the ground at this point.

Fun #2

The trip did not begin well. The last thing you want to hear at midnight before departing on a highly-anticipated 5-day backpacking trip is that the wildfires have spread, leading to National Forest closures of all Green Trails topo map #144. We had intended to do Spider Gap to Buck Creek Pass–one of the hikes I got in my head that I had to do before moving from Washington–but that was now out. We stayed up till 2 a.m. trying to find an alternate multi-day trip that allowed dogs (so, no National Parks) and preferably a loop hike and preferable scenic (glaciers, natch). It wasn’t until breakfast the next morning that we came up with a Plan B. After a quick call to the ranger station, I verified that a loop hike that cuts into North Cascades National Park is technically in a recreation area only administered by the Park, and hence Jasper the Dog was legit. And so with a somewhat later start than anticipated, we left for the mountains.

Stats for Jackita Ridge-Devil’s Ridge (a.k.a. Devil’s Loop)
Distance: 43 miles in 5 days
High Point: 6982 feet above sea level at Devil’s Dome
Elevation Gain: 7300 feet O.O
Green Trails Maps: 16 Ross Lake, 17 Jack Mountain, 49 Mt. Logan

I had intended to illustrate this post with photos, but I’m realizing it may be awhile before I manage to download them from my camera. However I promise to do a follow-up post with photographs just as soon as I get them organized!

But before I get into the hike report, let me tell you about a little something I call Fun #2. This designation is reserved for activities that often are not fun at all at the time, but in retrospect are incredibly worthwhile. Intellectual challenges, like writing a novel or completing a Ph.D, and physical challenges, like backpacking or studying a martial art, all qualify. As my friend Andria would say, Get out your brass ovaries and woman up.

Day 1 (5.6 miles): We started at the Canyon Creek trailhead in the afternoon. Holy hell, 3400 feet of elevation gain in FOUR MILES?! Epic hike was already epic, and made more so by packs heavy with 5 days of food, a bear canister, and sleeping gear for the dog. But at least most of the elevation gain was out of the way early, right …?* Highlights: Meadows carpeted in the crimson foliage of autumn blueberries. The Milky Way was indeed milky. Jasper the Dog looked very handsome in his pack and seemed to enjoy having a purpose. Camping: There was an established campsite about four miles in that we bypassed. In retrospect, it would have been a good spot since McMillan Park, where we set up camp, was dry this late in the season. A bit farther and Devil’s Park would have been primo for camping, though it was full of hunters when we passed through. Dinner: Tasty Bites Bombay Potatoes.

Day 2 (7.6 miles): Holy hell, why were we still going up? Today we followed Jackita Ridge north by way of a series of scree-filled cirques. Views of glaciated peaks to the south were sadly hazy due to smoke from the wildfires, though Jack Mountain, which the loop circumnavigated, was a constant companion. From the northwest spur of Jackita Ridge (where I may have collapsed in tears. On poop. Not mine.) we had views of Jackita and Devil’s Ridges–our haute route for the next couple of days. Camping: North Fork Devil’s Creek–I would have liked to make it out of the valley to some higher campsites near Anacortes Crossing, but we were tuckered. Dinner: recipe adapted from Beefy Noodle Bowl.

Day 3 (7.3 miles): Today was spent mostly above tree line. The views from Jackita Ridge and Devil’s Ridge could not be beat, culminating in a 360-degree stunner from bald Devil’s Dome at an elevation just shy of 7000 feet. I could have stayed there all day. All of the North Cascades were arrayed around us–a mix of jagged peaks and smooth glacial caps–and the wildfires had triggered massive convection to the south. From this vantage point the crevassed surface of Nohokomeen Glacier was captivating. Unfortunately by this point I was suffering from Boot and Blister Issues–let’s just call that distracting and agree I’m making a massive understatement. Hoh hum, fun #2. Highlights: The views, obviously. Also, Jasper the Dog loved camping. At bedtime, we tucked him into his sleeping bag with just his snout sticking out, and he stayed like that until morning, when he army-crawled his way up between us for kisses and belly scratches. Camping: Dry Creek Pass. Dinner: Tasty Bites Bengal Lentils.

Day 4 (9.2 miles): Down, down, down to Ross Lake. Peering back up valley and thinking, dang, we walked far. We left behind the autumn-foliaged alpine meadows and returned to the green cathedral of summer forests. Highlights: Swimming in Ross Lake after 4 days of no shower, jumping off the boat dock to avoid the silty rocky lake bottom. If we were smarter (and willing to pay), we could have arranged for the Park Service to come pick us up by boat here, rather than having to deal with the final slog out. Camping: Rainbow Campground (lovely). Dinner: Recipe adapted from GoBlue Fredo.

Day 5 (13.3 miles): Hike out along the East Bank Trail.

Why do it if it hurts? The reward–be it knowledge, artistic creation, experiencing nature on a scale few ever do, refinding you center–is worth the cost. At least it is for me, in all these hard things that I do.

And finally, word count metrics!

I gave myself a pass for the week we went backpacking, which means I only got 6,000 words in two weeks and I extended my deadline until December 8.

* I told myself this every single night. And each day the trail proved me wrong. Neverending ups and downs. Never. Ending.

Notes from a British-Columbian adventure

Friday, 11:00 a.m. On the road. O Canada!

1:00 p.m. Scold dog for barking at border patrol.

3:00 p.m. Greetings from Squamish! We were supposed to meet up with Andrew’s parents in Vancouver, but there was a kerfuffle and we detoured for a weekend in the mountains instead. This part of B.C. always reminds me a bit of Norway, though the road signs have words like “Sḵwxwú7mesh” rather than “Sogn og Fjordane.” (Sounding out road signs in languages I don’t speak is a particular hobby of mine.)

4:00 p.m. I’m reminded why I never got much writing accomplished while I was working in the Himalayas–too much to see and do. (Well, that and eighteen-hour work days.) But I’ve sent Andrew off bouldering for the afternoon, while I hang out at the cabin and work on novel edits. It was hard giving him the car keys. I taught him how to climb.

7:00 p.m. Edit one scene, read four chapters of Insurgent. Rinse and repeat.

9:00 p.m. Refuse to share with Andrew my butter chicken from Howe Sound Brewery.

Saturday
Hike report for Stawamus Chief:

View of Mount Garibaldi from the North Gully, Stawamus Chief

Stats: 7 miles, 1980 ft elevation gain, high point 2180 ft above sea level.
Average Grade: 11%
Description: The Chief is the massive rock buttress that towers over Squamish and is a popular rock-climbing destination. The hiking trail goes up the backside, and there are three summits, each higher than the last.

10:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Climb about a bajillion steps, or at least a couple of thousand-feet worth of an insanely well-constructed trail. Haul the dog like a suitcase up steel ladders and chains bolted into slabs of bedrock. Praise dog for being such a good boy. Summit center then north peak of the Chief. Marvel over views of Howe Sound, Mount Garibaldi, and the Tantalus Range. Wait for knees to fall off on scramble back down.

View of South Summit from Center Summit of Stawamus Chief, Squamish, B.C.

Atop Center Summit of Stawamus Chief

6:00 p.m. Post-hike coma. Lament lack of massive novel edits. Freak out as I recall I’m supposed to write something for crit group this week.

7:00 p.m. Read more Insurgent.

Sunday, 12:00 p.m. Finish iPad pass on the novel, hooray! Make final to-do list of loose ends that need tying up.

Double hooray!

P.S. I sold a short story to Wily Writers, which is a pro-paying market. I am thrilled. I will be podcast.

Bluebird

This past weekend I realized that one of the things I find challenging (frustrating?) about writing short fiction is the time-to-word-count ratio. I am in no way soothed by the fact that short stories are quick to draft, because it takes forever to then shape and polish the story into something publishable in the brutal short fiction market. I don’t mind spending ages on a novel, because a novel is a couple of orders of magnitude longer and it makes sense that editing and revision should be a herculean task. I expect it. I love seeing my novel become incrementally more awesome. But a thousand-word flash fiction piece? Sigh, and gah. How do you not just give up on the minutiae? No, really, tell me.

In other news, I’m really enjoying interacting on Goodreads, and would love to talk books with you–especially adult and YA science fiction and fantasy! Feel free to friend me and mention you found me through the blog.

Hike report for Deception Pass Headlands:

Jasper, looking particularly handsome

Stats: 5.0 miles, 350 ft elevation gain, high point 110 ft above sea level.
Quotation of the hike: “I used to babysit JJ Grey.” ~Andrew
Highlights: Narrow cliff-side trails, secret coves I want to kayak to, bluebird sky and views of snowy Olympic mountains.
Low points: Mother’s Day might have been a poor choice for this apparently primo picnicking destination. There were people everywhere. I’m not used to dodging badminton birdies mid-hike.

We got a little lost on the headland to the south of Bowman Bay, and spent some time bushwhacking along cliff edges before the trail disappeared. I may have gotten a little crankypants. But, man, was it a gorgeous day. The drive back was spent deconstructing the Beatles’ brilliance, with a deliciously impromptu stop at Brooklyn Bros Pizzeria in Everett on a friend’s recommendation. (Thanks Mac!)

View from Rosario Head towards Olympic Peninsula, Deception Pass State Park

Deception Pass Bridge

Bluffs at Deception Pass State Park