Mt Adams - 12,276 Feet

The picture of Mount Adams that I had taken three weeks prior has been haunting me.  I don't know if it was done subconsciously, but Dylan's airline ticket to Boise was fully refundable.  After an OK from Tam, I canceled the ticket and communicated through Facebook to Dylan that we would be climbing Adams on the return to Boise.

John Platt gave us some climbing beta and the idea that we should complete the climb in a day rather than spend a night halfway up.  Good call John. 

A car door slamming at 2:30AM woke me from a nice sleep.  As much as I tried, I couldn't get back to sleep.  The plan was to be on the trail by 5:00AM but I was up a little after 3:00 brewing coffee.  It wasn't much longer before I kicked Dylan out of bed for our oatmeal and Hostess Ho-Ho (those things will kill you!) breakfast.  We were walking by 4:00AM in a light breeze.

The best thing I like about hiking in the dark is the lack of awareness of the trail steepness.  Don't know if it was because of the dark or the Ho-Ho's, but we were really cruising.  When it became light enough to see, we were crossing what was left of Crescent Glacier on our way to making the Lunch Counter in about three hours.

At the Lunch Counter we stopped for a quick bite and enjoyed the views.  There were quite a few tents set up all around and some of these folks had just started up Piker's Peak (the big false summit) ahead of us.  At this point we started noticing that the wind was starting to blow some, but we were making great time as we passed several groups of climbers.



Dylan getting ready to pass.







The boot path up Piker's Peak which doesn't look steep in this picture.



 Once we reached the midway point on Piker's Peak the wind really picked up and we took a break to put on our jackets.  This was a little easier said than done in the wind!  In another hour we were at the top of Piker's Peak and looking for a wind block.

Dylan and the only available wind block

 We figured once on Piker's it would be a short stroll to the summit.  Not too sure of the exact distance or elevation gain (I heard 1/2 mile and 600 feet), but we were a little discouraged at the view of the summit.  The wind was starting to beat us down a bit (it must have been blowing 30mph), so after another quick bite to eat we were off for the summit push.  The last bit above the second false summit about killed me.  It was a short easy stroll but I was struggling a bit while Dylan (who had been at sea level for the last three weeks) was pretty strong.

The summit as viewed from Piker's Peak

In another hour we were on the top!  It had taken us 6 1/2 hours to reach the summit of our first Cascade volcano!

Cold but happy climbers.

Mt. Rainier in the haze.

We spent a bit of time on the summit hunkered down out of the wind as we enjoyed a PBJ sandwich and changed into our glissading pants.  If you look closely at the picture showing the boot path up Piker's Peak you will see some glissade paths to the left.  The best part was to begin!  We removed our crampons, sat down in the path and were off!  It was as I would imagine a bobsled track would be - twisting and turning all over the place. In a very short time we were back at the Lunch Counter with wet and cold butts. 

Dylan beginning the glissade.

The rest of the hike down was a mixture of trying to boot ski and walking down through the majorly cupped snow.  It was a long walk that we interspersed with glissading, when the slope would allow, until we were below Crescent Glacier and the snow was gone.

In another 45 minutes we were back at camp where we rolled the tent and sleeping bags into one big ball, shoved them into the back of the Suby and were on our way back to Hood River.  There we enjoyed pizza and a couple of beers at Double Mountain Brewery before hitting the sack at 8:00PM.

BTW - I met up with a guy that responded to my sign about finding a camera on the mountain.  His group had spent the night at the Lunch Counter and he said that the wind was blowing so hard that he didn't sleep a wink.  Like I said at the beginning - good call on the one day trip John.

Trip Stats - 13 miles, 6700 feet gained and didn't feel too bad the next day.

Oregon Coast Brewery Tour

Since we had to get Dylan off at Camp Meriwether on the Oregon coast for a staff in training position, Tam and I decided to make a long weekend out of it.  We packed up a couple of sleeping bags, an air mattress, a tent, and our mountain bikes (and Dylan of course!) and hit the road.  Didn't have any camping spots or any other plans other than to try and get Dylan to camp before dinner.

The first stop was in Hood River at the Full Sail Brewery.  We stopped there for lunch with Dylan and enjoyed the view of the Columbia while sipping some freshly brewed ale.  Then on to camp.

We arrived close to 6PM and Dylan quickly excused himself from his parents and we were on our way.  We headed north a bit before stopping at Cape Lookout State Park to inquire on a place to pitch the tent.  No luck.  But they did give us a list of private camping spots to call.  After a few calls we located a spot to pitch the tent and headed to Pelican Brewery in Pacific City.  There we enjoyed a nice dinner next to the kitchen entrance and on the way to the bathrooms.  The food was good but the setting left something to be desired.

Our camping spot that evening was right on Highway 101 and we arrived a little after dark.  We were serenaded to sleep by the logging trucks traveling the highway.

After a quick breakfast the next morning, we headed out for a mountain bike ride.  We had passed a sign for Munson Falls and decided to ride out to it.  Along the way we took a detour up a logging road for a little climbing.

After the ride it was time to head north.  We swung through Tillamook for a small farmer's market to pick up some cheese and bread for lunch and drove north along the coast.  Along the way we stopped at Rockaway Beach to put our feet in the sand.

The next stop was Nehalem Bay for a quick wine tasting tour at Nehalem Bay Winery.  Here we sampled the wares before selecting a bottle to have with our lunch.

We worked our way north before stopping at Fort Stevens Sate Park to inquire about camping spots.  Again we were greeted with "Camping spots... Are you serious?" before they gave us some commercial campsite options.  Luckily we found a spot a mile away from the park and settled in before dark.  We then took off for Astoria for a little dinner and beer at the Rogue Brewery on Pier 39.  After dinner we took a walk to see the sea lions and talk to some folks catching sturgeon.

The next morning we woke to the sound of water dropping on the tent.  It wasn't quite raining but it was definitely wet.  After another quick breakfast, we again got on the bikes for a little ride.  The plan this morning was to explore the Fort Stevens area.  We visited an old shipwreck as well as headed out the mouth of the Columbia. Luckily the mist lifted after the first 20 minutes of the ride making for a nice two hour jaunt.

After the ride it was time for a shower and to hit the road again.  Our goal on Monday was to make it to Hood River to spend the night.  We decided to stay on the Washington side of the Columbia for the drive which made for a more scenic, albeit slower, drive.  We didn't have too far to go anyway.  Upon arriving in Hood River with all its kite sailing and wind surfing folks it was time again to find a camping spot.  Without knowing where to go we headed up towards Mt. Hood since it seemed like a good idea.  We stopped at a fruit stand to inquire about camping and the folks there were very helpful.  Not only did they direct us to a county park for a tent site, but also directed us to a different brew pub.

That evening we had a great pizza called the truffle shuffle and some outstanding beer.  We topped it off with some ice cream while walking around town before calling it a night.

The next morning we woke up and brewed some coffee (our first cooking of the trip!) and hit the road for home.

Mt. Adams

We had such a good time that we'll definitely be planning future trips with no plans!

Trip stats - over 1300 miles driven, 4 brew pubs, no complaints.