McClellan’s Butte
The weather wasn’t terribly cooperative this weekend, but that may have been a good thing. I’d wanted to climb the north ridge of Forbidden Peak and so and planned to that this weekend. I know I would have come back from that trip utterly exhausted since I’ve grown soft living in China and wasn’t in good physical shape. Plus, the Cascade River Road was closed at Eldorado Creek – another 6 miles to hike! So, instead of jsut doing good ole Mount Si, we (Kevin, Ari, and me) opted to climb McClellan’s Butte, which was the very first climb I did with Michael at the end of 2002, man that seems like so long ago. I guess it was – 4.5 years.
Well, there’s not too much to report about this trip. I was slower than both Kevin and Ari and they enjoyed racing up ahead and taunting me as they’d wait for me, looking down the trail at my panting form doggedly plodding up the mountain. We made our way up to the final ridge and were greeted by a welcomed blast of cool air and a sweeping view down the valley. The final scramble lay in front of us which was an easy scamper. We lounged around on top for about an hour, nearly falling asleep on some smooth slabs down the ridge northeast from the summit. The hike out was pretty uneventful except that my new hiking boots were hinting that they were going to be pain to break in. This proved to be true the following week.
Tags: Snoqualmie Pass
