Madison Ski Hut kept us warmer for the night and surprisingly, we had no trouble with mice! Hop-a-long, Inspector Gadget, and I had a great time reading random entries out loud from the trail register and sipping on some brew packed out from Willamette Ski Area. We got a late start the next morning due to cold temperatures.
The terrain between the Ski Hut and all the way to McKenzie Pass was pretty mellow filled with lake after lake after lake. So many that we had to keep a watchful eye on the map to make sure we knew our location. Not to mention, we had to watch for water that we could get to easily that wasn’t nasty. Lots of times, the lake water we could get to had nasty pond scum and a funny color while the nice, pristine looking ones had marshy areas leading up to it. The best hope was always a large blow-down that we could walk out on, grab water, and go back to filter it.
This region, being so close to several major roads, had more visitors than we expected. Lots of weekenders had gone out to enjoy the wilderness. Should be great yogi-ing opportunities, right? Wrong! They all brought just enough food with them. Bummer.
Not only were there a billion lakes, but there were also a billion side trails going of to more lakes. A good few of them were labeled differently from the maps which threw us for a loop. Most of the time, we could figure it out by examining the map closer, but sometimes Halfmile’s maps were too zoomed in to tell.
Hop-a-long and I decided to push that evening for a 30 mile day, so we hiked into the night, surprisingly keeping a better pace than most parts of the day. We chatted, hiked, and seemed to have to pee constantly. I found it more tolerable to hike later in the day instead of earlier in the morning when the temperatures hovered around freezing in the morning. The body, being already warmed up from hiking all day, did not seem to mind the same temperatures hiking at night as it did straight out of the sleeping bag.
It just so happened that Hop and I planned on camping at a marked campsite on the map near Desane Lake which three tents had already claimed, complete with barking dog. No one else had camped in the past 7 miles, but then, just in the spot we wanted, someone already had it. Damn. We went about a third of a mile later and found a suitable flat spot to call home for the night after we cleared the pine needles.
With a decent start in the morning, we got off and found some relatively clear-looking lake water and the weekenders with the dog came by and talked to us for a while. They seemed nice, but asked all the usual questions, including the favorite, “Do you carry a gun?” Ummm no. Not necessary, and quite heavy really.
By late afternoon, the terrain changed from lake filled rolling hills to glacial melt streams flowing down from Middle Sister in the Sisters Wilderness. Hop-a-long and I toyed with the light and our cameras to take pictures of the beautiful views. It had large areas of red rock scree on the south side. After a quick dinner, near a non-milky glacial stream, we set off again into the dusk to hike around a good portion of the large volcano. We did get slightly confused as to which stream we were at because some of the ones that Yogi said should be flowing were and some were not. At night, it was a bit harder to use other aspects to figure it out; the clearings helped us quite a bit, because we could see their rough shape, even with a headlamp and match them to a map.
Around 10:30pm, we reached an area near some shrubby trees and went off trail to find some flat spots. The trees proved significantly warmer than the clearings, yet the clearings offered plenty more flat spots, so it took us awhile to find a good one.
The next morning, we only had about 15 miles to get to McKenzie Pass where my Mom was going to meet us and bring us trail magic. Most of it was in the downhill direction as well, with a few exceptions of course. The biggest exception was a short climb over lava which moved and twisted with every step making it harder than it should have been. A little ways after the top, we came across one of the tastiest springs on the trail: Minnie Scott Spring. We could see its source bubbling straight out of the sandy bottom. I sat there and watched it for a bit, it was that amazing.
From there, we had a mere 7 miles to McKenzie Pass and stunning views of Mt. Washington, Three-Finger Jack, and Mt Hood in a line in front of us. The going was good until the last miserable mile of lava rock that had not been smoothed out and seemed to reflect heat back up at our faces. We then found my wonderful trail magic filled mother after a bit of worrying and went in to explore Bend. The story of the trail magic is here: Mom Trail Magic.