Simple Tips When Traveling Abroad

Heading south of the border this winter? Here are some helpful travel tips from the research dept...



First... get your immune system as strong as possible by eating lots of fresh organic fruits and veggies, as well as daily doses of probiotics and other supplements that help support a balanced G.I. tract. Helping your body help itself can be the best plan of avoiding down time.

Second... and a lot of times the easiest, wash your hands! Wash them before meals, before you brush your teeth and multiple times a day if you get sick down there. Sneezing and snotting!!

Third... always drink bottled water. That's right, don't use tap water for much more than taking a shower. Don't rinse the toothbrush off using tap water either. Wash pots and pans with clean boiled water. This will be easier during longer stays when renting a house or apartment.

Fourth... if you are planning on eating out a lot, and many travelers do, try to avoid the street vendors. Some are fine, but some aren't really looking to give gringos the best they have and, well... you may just wind up with some bad pollo! Small towns are usually better than big cities, but as always, better safe than sorry.

Fifth... make friends with the locals! Not only will they get you on the good runs (when they have water!), but they usually know the doctor and can help ensure good treatment.

Did you get sick?? Don't wait, get a cure sooner than later. Except for a few controlled drugs like valium or codene, you can get medications from the pharmasist without a prescription. They are typically made by drug companies in Mexico, so you may not recognize the names, but the pharmacist can look up the chemical content of the drug you want and tell you the Mexican brand name. Many are illegal to bring back to the U.S., so beware.

Sixth... beware of biting things. On many tropical trips there are lots of small critters that will bite and suck the comfort out of you. Most put-ins and take-outs have mosquitos and tiny black sand flies. Typically, you'll never feel them land or bite you, so... bring some lightweight pants/bottoms to cover up your legs. Sometimes you have to wait for the shuttle taxi an hour or more and that's a long time to stand around with your legs exposed to those little buggers! Some will recommend DEET, but I like natural cures, starting with... covering up! If you were listening during the last paragraph, locals usually have natural remedies you can take that will, at least, ease some of the maddening itch. They itch a lot! So, don't even TOUCH them for the first two days, not even a little bump! After that the maddening itch will begin to dwindle. 

Along this line, most of the strays running around can be quite filthy, mangey or have infections you just don't want to be associate with... so don't pet 'em even if... they're the cutest ever.

Seventh... Earaches!! They happen, and an easy cure is half vinegar, half peroxide droplets in each ear with some cotton or toilet paper to keep it in your ear for half an hour. This practice goes a long way to prevent ear infections, too. If you do get a bad infection go to the doc so they can clean out the infection before giving you drops. 

Eighth... Sunburn!! Easy. Put on the sunscreen!! I use the strongest stuff I can find when I travel south of the border. Hitting the tanning bed on the regular a few weeks before travel can ease the tropical transition, too!

Theft is obviously another concern, but usually not a problem in smaller mountain towns where kayakers tend to congregate. As a general rule, though, don't bring anything you aren't willing to lose, i.e. expensive laptops, cash, jewelry, gear, cameras. Travel light and bring things you can give away to locals, in a show of thanks. It'll go a long way in building friendships and help ensure a fun lively vacation! Gifting is a good practice, anyway!! Have fun and travel safe this holiday season, y'all. Til next time...

Chelan-againz

Chelan is so good!

If you look on a map, Chelan is pretty much in the middle of WA. The eastern side of Washington's Cascade Mountains hold many whitewater canyons that run every year in the spring. The Cooper and Cle Elum, Icicle Creek and thundering Tumwater Canyon offer bountiful whitewater options. Nason, Ohanepecosh, Robe, Top Tye, Foss...  are all super classic sections and each one will paste a smile on yo face, pretty much every time.

Ohane goods

Totten boofs the crap outta.. whatever - Ohanepecosh

Usually there are a few class V options left by the time Sept rolls around, but you gotta hike. Tumwater maintains boatable flows as fall approaches, but other than this roadside paradise there's nothing, aside from a few obscure intimidating box canyons... well, except for Chelan.

Cascade surprises reward the adventurous

The Chelan Gorge annual releases are part of an agreement involving the Chelan County P.U.D. and American Whitewater. One weekend a year the dam gates open and class V paddlers are welcomed into one of Washington's most dramatic class V canyons.

Well...  ya know how.. when you're looking through the guidebook for some sick new class V run you haven't been on and it winds up being like 7 miles long with 2 hard drops and a bunch of boogie and flat water?? Well.. Chelan just throws out all the in-between and you're left with a half mile of back-to-back steep class V bedrock stouts. 75 degree water temps combined with a 2 mile class II warm-up could be the ingredients that make Chelan the perfect late summer run. It's more fun every time I go, and watching the number of paddlers increase every year, I won't be surprised when we need MORE releases!! Chelan is sick.

Ellie Wheat aces the Entrance Exam

killled it

Once past a handful of class III-IV drops, the main gorge appears abruptly, as the river falls away through the first series of class V hydraulics and ledges known as Entrance Exam. Rock walls soar hundreds of feet above. The only other place I've been that could compare would be one of the side hikes in the Grand Canyon.

in order, going upstream: Boulder Sieve, Pinnacle, Throne

In late spring Chelan P.U.D. releases up to 10,000 cfs through this little miracle canyon scouring it clean all the way down to the bedrock. Sunday is the higher of the two days when kayakers go in there, and it's about 410 cfs. Sat is about 370. This canyon only adds to the desert appeal on the beast side of WA's Cascade Mountains. Sick!

Entrance Exam is the first and largest class V drop, beginning with 2 back-to-back sloping ramps, each driving down into seamy holes, respectively and concurrently! As you emerge from the second hole immediately scramble into a quick eddy on the right before the next back-to-back sequence. After getting the signal from your safety crew that the holes below are free and clean... peel out and boof left off the prominent 12 foot tall green spout. Take a good left stroke and forget about trying to use the shallow right flake that looks so inviting. Boof out to the left, landing forward. Land and get your boat straight for the next 5 foot pourover hole. Aim for center or slightly left and boof straight, downstream, through the hole. The hole will slow you down, but the current immediately turns and puts you into an eddy for the last mooove. As long as you were far enough left. Go off on the right, or (lord help you) sideways?! Well, don't swim. You don't wanna swim there.

Entrance Exam sets the tone for Chelan

After catching the eddy above the final charge, catch your breath... you might be about to get a good hole beating and not know it. I swear this last move is what makes EE so nerve racking. Even if you swim, the water is 75, air temps are somewhere between 90 and 100, and there are at least 6 throw bags that will criss-cross you as you, your boat AND paddle lazily float out of the hole to a small outcropping seemingly designed for self rescue!! Chelan is the SHIT!!!

  vultures..

The canyon is also very portagable and scoutable. Every drop can be portaged with varying degrees of effort. Did I mention how amazing the bedrock is?? You'll probably spend at least an hour at Entrance Exam watching everyone go through, one at a time. Then, the whole group begins to move to the next drop as safety is set up. Double Slide is next, and if Entrance Exam increased your pucker factor, it might be worth portaging.

the Meat

Double Slide is a 20 foot drop, and just as the name implies, has two side-by-side drops. The left side is "the sneak", but not an easy line to get to. First, you have to punch a hole between the left wall and a boulder. The hole is a funny shape and the rock helps to back it up some, making it stickier than it looks as well as a bit depressed, making it very difficult to work out of. Punch that effing hole! Then paddle hard at to get over the final little flake, ahhhh. Mess these moves up and you just bought yourself a one-way ticket down the right chute, into the Meat Locker!!!

Rick Williams was the very first kayaker to ever run the right side of Double Slide. Rick was known for his big-water skills as well as innovative paddling techniques (and catchy names of rapids ;). He named this right slot Chelammy!!  A fitting title, no doubt! Meat Locker, Chelammy... it's a gorge beast sanctuary! Sammy G was the only stud brave enough to run the Meat on Sat. Sam loves utilizing his new bionic prowess.

After the procession, everyone was stoked to fly off Super Boof, a sweet 15 foot boof. If there was an easy way back up, I'd crank boofs off that thing half the day!!! Immediately downstream is Throne. Throne is a 20 foot tall sliding drop with a powerful hole at the bottom. Go too far left and you'll get pushed into the throne-shaped rock on the left. The right half of the hole at the bottom of Throne is a very powerful, possibly backed-up hole that people have fully disappeared in for a 2 count, only to be shot upstream, back out of the hole. Chelan is SICK!

Throne

Ellie gets sick

JP

the Throne rock

Catch an eddy on either side and be quick about it, a 30 foot tall double drop known as Pinnacle is next. Pinnacle was portaged up until the final day of the final flow study in 2011. Rob McKibbon successfully made the first descent to the cheers of all of us mortal paddlers.

Sean Lee peers into Pinnacle while Tpot films at Throne

Throne and the precipice of Pinnacle

rollin' on Pinnacle

As is Chelan's style, there is another loss in gradient just below Pinnacle known simply as The Boulder Sieve. This is a mando portage and it's recommended to have at least one person on the "portage rock" to help paddlers get up and over the sneaky slab rock on the left. If ever there were a situation that a paddler didn't make it over the slab rock, missing the sieve... 95% of the water flows under a big boulder pile. That said, caution should always be taken and appropriate safety set at every drop on this run. Safety is of the utmost importance and it's easy to do in here. It is a privilege to paddle this canyon and many people have put in a lot of their time and many real dollars to achieve the releases we have. Let's not lose this great resource. It is our responsibility to keep everyone safe and these resources open! CHELAN is SICK!!

get some Jah

the Boulder Sieve

Throne

Full Face Andy

Brian Berger gets the bird's eye on Pinnacle

After sliding down the left sneak at Boulder Sieve there are several IV-ish drops before the next sequence starts, Extra Credit, a fun series of small ledges and slides curling around the corner and under the bridge 500 feet above. There are eddies on the left toward the bottom. One eddy marks the beginning of the final boulder garden, Fat Lady. Be careful, there are some tight funky slots in here and a rock siphon makes the very last twisty drop. Set safety at this spot. If things go bad here it'll happen faster than you can get out of your boat.

By now you've exhausted all but the last 2 feet of vertical gradient from the Chelan Gorge. Paddling across the short pool, portage the log jam on the right, continuing down the right channel to the park at the confluence! Consume booty beers, load up and head to the horseshoe pit! The nightlife is but a few hours away. Chelan is one of the sickest weekends all summer, fo sho!

...til next year, y'all!!!

Tshletshy Creek: 2012

Creek Sides has been layin' low in prepatory style to bring you some treats. Our mission as of late has been exploring the Olympic Peninsula. We've ventured to other parts of the state, too, but really need look no further than, literally... the west coast. Our latest adventure begins at some trailhead nestled deep in the woods, up the East Fork of the Quinault. Now the EF Quinault hosts its own share of goods and steeps, but for now we'll be ascending the steep walls of an EF tributary known as Big Creek to access the O.P. back country. Big Creek a.k.a. Three Lakes Trail, was the easiest way into this seldom run creek. We ran it last year and I had one of the most amazing adventures... to date. Of course we had to come back, with friends.

Tshletshy Creek, even the name is tough. Pronounced (ta-lee-chee), this Queets River tributary hosts some of the largest conifers on the west coast... or should I say.. the world. There are big trees all over this place mainly because the Olympic Peninsula is one of THE wettest places on earth. That makes for some healthy tree-sproutin' conditions. The forest is in a constant state of blossom, mature, destroy, blossom, mature and so on. Sometimes there are areas of pristine beauty, stands of trees left untouched for hundreds of years. Other times one may discover areas of blowdown or even washouts and large landslides where entire hillsides come down. And make no mistake, when a big old growth comes down it makes a sound... and leaves a mark. Sometimes man leaves a mark, too.

going under

going... the other way

Elated to be on this trail with more friends this time, Scott Matthews and Scotty Baker joined Ryan and I for what is to be another grand adventure. Hike long enough and you'll begin to think about things, considering 'the big picture' more often than not. Taking in stellar views and interesting 'foresty type' things along the way to break up the monotony of 100 pounds of crap tied to your back. 

The woods become an exploration of the soul. Obstacles along the path begin to mirror obstacles in life. Being in the woods and on these kinds of trips becomes meditative and gives me a moment to pause and embody 'the big picture'... but just for a moment... Then I have to stand up again... and start walking with a loaded boat. Last trip I swore I'd bring less, but I really think I brought more. Seems to be my meditation tool of choice. 

There is something soothing about carrying all that weight for so many hours. Maybe the soothing lies in the brief moments of pause when I find a little stump or rock notch that will accommodate the stern of my boat. And Breathe. Maybe it's the solitary nature of expedition trips... you're with others, but much of the time you're by yourself. With yourself  would be a better way to put it. Either way, Tshletshy Creek is a fine place to discover the woods, even if you don't bring a boat. The woods in this part of the park are simply magical and leave one pondering what lies in the next mile... or 10.

resident moss 

EF Quinault scenery

difficult to capture the absolute majesty 

Once the initial shock of SENB (seemingly endless natural beauty) wears off, it's time to get to work. Following the directions in Korb's book we drive to the take out only to discover the bridge over Matheny is CLOSED. Turns out it's been closed for almost 10 years. Shoot. In the clutch we decide to simply take out... downstream of this bridge. Shoot, that's way easier than Robe Math. What's an extra 9 miles of loggy class II?? An hour or two of easy paddling at the end of a stellar multi-day trip.

spotting our take out

marking our take out

Being "seasoned" kayakers, we "marked" our take out. Then completed the shuttle and started packing crap into the backs of our boats. Finally made it to bed around midnight. Scotty Baker hadn't showed up yet and Scott Matthews was going to meet us a day later on trail?? or at least where the trail crosses the creek above the first canyon. A little loose, but the Tshletshy valley isn't that big... what could possibly go wrong?

A semi-mad rush ensued the following morning, even though it took us a couple of hours to finish packing our boats and get on trail. Good thing we got an earlier start this trip. There's about 10 feet of snow at the low saddle this time. After packing and a few snapshots we were on our way. I'm almost beside myself. I love this place. Sunny, not too hot, shaded for the most part. Perfect hiking weather. Within about 15 minutes I was sweating. I got ahead of Ryan and Scotty at the trailhead and I wanted to keep it that way. I knew if they got ahead of me I wouldn't see them again til dark. Within 20 minutes I was at my next 'photo op'!

good times

wood paddles make great expedition sticks

Three Lakes trailhead

backcountry tag

feelin' badass...  8 minutes in

let the magic begin

still in the lead

 2nd photo op:  bye bye, Scotty...

the forest is full of magic

...and beauty

...and wonder

We made it to the bridge over Big Creek (a great landmark) and took a long break. I was feeling awfully "off the couch" on this one and jacked up my knee a little earlier. UP didn't feel so good anymore. DOWN felt worse. I chose the better of the two and kept going. By now we had made about 1500' of el. gain and I think we were all about ready to be done for the day. Fortunately we still had plenty of daylight (and hill) left to go, so up we went. We made it to about 1800'?? and camped on the trail. I was beat, my knee hurt, and it was late. The outer battle was really complimenting my inner pain right now. One of the times I stood up with my boat and lost my balance must've torqued it a little too much. Trying to 'catch' a loaded boat on the way down isn't as easy as it sounds when it's strapped to your back. 

We all found flat spots on the trail, had some good food, and relaxed. I got up early the next morning feeling pretty thirsty. Scotty and Ryan had found a tiny little spring dribbling from the hillside the night before. It was a-ways back down the trail, but man I needed some H2O stat! Once there, it was apparent I hadn't brought a water filter and the spring really was a dribble. There was a full water bottle, though, propped up with a couple small rocks to help direct the flow. I guzzled. It was a little 'minerally', but satisfying! I gimped back up to camp with some water for coffee and oatmeal. Went back down with my water filter later and pumped about a gallon of water for hiking and refreshment.

first camp

We were just about to break camp after a satisfying breakfast when who shows up on the trail, but Scott Matthews!!! He had arrived the night before and started his hike in the dark. Got a couple hours in, camped and started early, catching us about 9:30 or 10. Stoked to have the whole crew assembled at this point, but a little nervous because it seemed like Scott had just blazed up what took us all day to do. Little did we know he'd hiked the night before and started again much earlier this morning. At any rate, we were all glad to see one another and what a great place to meet! Hitting the trail by 10, not a bad way to go. Soon enough we hit snow and I think the snow line was actually lower this year (~2000') than last (~2800'). From here on out there was a LOT of snow. Route finding was straight forward for the most part, but once we got above Three Lakes the terrain got a little more challenging. Of course, we lost the trail in the snow long before Three Lakes and by the time we got above Three Lakes it was anyone's guess where the path of least resistance was. Of course, trails can switchback uphill, but when a guy is walking on 5-10 feet of snow the switchbacks just get buried and all that's left is the hillside terrain. Needless to say we had a fair amount of sidehilling. Not too steep, but definitely UP pretty much the whole way. The last push to the low saddle was the steepest and once all were at the top, we took a long break.  

Scott Matthews at first snow

a sketch little crossing

getting close to the low saddle

weather was more a concern this year

The clouds had found us by late afternoon and it was starting to feel like work... Who was I kidding, the first day was work, this was grueling. Hundred pound boat, aching knee, sore body, freakin' parasite... hopefully the downhill starts soon. I knew that spring was gonna be bad news.

By 6 we were descending from the low saddle. It was getting cold, clouds were moving in, and we needed to find some dry land amid this winterscape. I've never had to sleep on snow, but I understand it can be less than desirable.  Definitely had more of the white stuff this trip. Scott Matthews was motivated to keep going. He was also trying to recapture the trail amid the snow berms. He may have found it a couple times, but lost it pretty quickly. Scotty and Ryan blazed ahead and found a spot, right where the semi-flat ground was about to end. I was cold and exhausted. My stomach burned. We set up our tarps and beds. I went straight into my bag to warm up and fell asleep. Woke the next morning to a beautiful fog. Glimpses of the valley could be seen through towering high alpine trees. Chilly bliss. Felt a little better, so did the knee. 

We were all kinda feeling it by this point. Sore and cold we pushed on, knowing the only remedy was moving to warm up muscles. With this much snow the hike into Tshletshy is punishing. Dressed and rolling by 8:30 was nice. Two hard-boiled eggs for breakfast go down okay on a queezy tummy. Scott Matthews had gone for a scout earlier and found a less-steep way down that didn't involve a rappel. Sweet. More DOWN and further downstream, finally we were walking along the rim of the headwaters canyon. Lots of cool slides, drops and 20-30 footers, all within a micro fantasy gorge. I was glad we had snow at the elevation because the 'cascade shrubbery' was pretty thick. I bet Korb fantasized about running these mini fantasy canyons on his trips through here. Unfortunately, this section had a lot of wood and not enough flow, mainly too much wood. Finally making it to a spot that didn't look too steep to run, we roped the boats down and put in!!

first glimpse of Tshletshy!!

putting in a little higher than last year

 It was surreal climbing into this boat I've been carrying/dragging/hauling up and over a mountain for three days. I packed my stuff away, put gear on and slid into the water. Bang! Then a rock. Then pushed my way through the first drop. Watery wet bliss, I tell ya!!

that's about 5 feet of snow up on the bank

authentic 'cascade shrubbery' in the distance

not hiking! 

armageddon?

portages do happen

From the sounds of it Scott's trips in here had a great many less portages and far less snow. Even the portaging isn't that bad (writer's note: this is only two weeks since the trip). Scenic indeed. Ryan even saw a bear on one of the portages. I guess the bear wanted to meet up, but took a wrong turn on the way over or something. Ryan didn't stick around to exchange pleasantries. I was behind not too far, don't know how I missed 'em.

We got through the first canyon, which had the same wood in the same spots as last year. A few new pieces had fallen in downstream of the main canyon, but nothing big. Got to the Tshlasm, which had its same issues and drops. Found a gravel bar downstream and camped. It was pretty nice, flat... spacious. No snow anywhere and we built a big fire. Everyone had dry gear in the morning. I ate a ton that night. At least two complete meals. Left that parasite at the put in, I think. It felt so good to be warm, dry, have a nice tarp set up and plenty of food for the morning! My knee was pretty jacked by now,  so I was ready to boat anything. The day started with some portaging, but we were boating some good stuff in a reasonable amount of time. The fourth canyons, referred to as The Love Boat Gorge, threatened to box up the whole way through. If you're late in the day at this point, find a good spot and camp. It'll be worth it. I think it was about noon or 1 by the time we got through the 4th canyons. Why is it called The Love Boat Gorge? You get to sing the theme from Love Boat the whole way through. Bonus points for "alternate lyrics".

third camp. deep in Tshletshy back country

my sleeping bag goes in here

Scott M in watery bliss

pretty green in here

even the portaging is breathtaking!!

rain forest fog creepeth up the valley. entering Love Boat Gorge

A few more portages probably and then the 5th set of canyons begins to appear. The Lower Canyons have a personality unto themselves. Certainly more challenging and technical, the Lower Canyons offer a seemingly endless maze of whitewater to appease even the 'gnarriest of the gnar' boater. If you aren't to the Lower Canyons by 1 or 2pm, do yourself a favor and camp out upstream. Give yourself most of the day to get through this section. Sure, you could bang it out by dark, but to enjoy these places and get a good shot or two, give yourself the better part of the day. There are many rapids.

it's all good in Tshletshy

drink from the river, not nasty little springs

Scott Matthews  -  in the Olympic backcountry

deep

scannin' the scene

goods

It's tough to see here, but look closely at the next couple shots. The "vegetation line" is actually a giant old growth that had been minding its own biznass, growing happily on the inside corner of the river bend. Til one day it fell over, only it was so massive... it fell uphill!! Now it rests on the top of the 30 foot high bank with the massive root sturcture dangling out in the air. Most of those trees up there are 'nursing' off the downed old growth. Doesn't get more 'gangster' than that.

And this was such a cool discovery. The next two photos show a line of volunteer maples which have managed to 'branch' their way down the hillside. 'Volunteering' is one way maples propagate and it was a truly amazing sight to see the entire hillside had slid, trees, rock and all, except this vertical line of volunteers. These trees were literally holding their part of the hillside in place. Nothing on either side. It must have taken hundreds of years for these trees to make their way down the hillside, mature, then have the entire hillside slide on both sides, except the ground their rooted to!! Badass. Nature is totally bad ass.

O.P. magic

...and the magic continues.

banana slugs play 'hard to get'

gooods

deep in the Lower Canyons

many more drops from here

I forgot how many drops were in those canyons. Yep, it looks like we're gonna be burning daylight getting out of here. Did you see the 'vegetation line' on those canyon walls??? Man, something huge musta come through there. By the time we got through the Lower Canyons it was late. Busted and wet gear led us to a less than ideal decision of our splitting up. We all wanted to be at the take out, but 17 miles in an hour and a half seemed unlikely, at least for this busted boater. It was just us and 17 miles on the Queets. I wanted the take out, too. As the skies darkened we kept paddling. By 9:30 it was pretty dark.

trying to make it to the take out

10:00... I'm glad it was a clear night. The moon was especially gorgeous this evening. I wasn't feeling all that romantic, however. Hoping the "forested corridor" with the cool granite boulders where we were to take out was going to appear soon. These huge log jams were getting spooky.

10:30... it's freakin' dark, bro. Is this really a good idea? I'm paddling on 3000 cfs of laminar flow which is cruising in between and around big jams of wood in odd configurations. Big floods tear down the Queets valley seasonally and there are probably better rivers for a midnight float. This river routinely hits 150,000 cfs during the winter and carries a massive amount of wood downstream within that flow. It is cool to see how the gravel bars change and form. Cool, but not this late at night.

10:51... hey what happened to the moon? Why does everything look black without contour? Ooo, what's that "current" sound? Is that water rushing over gravel... or under a giant log jam I can't see? Okay, we're getting out. Look at that, a big gravel bar with a big log jam on it. Perfect. Camp and a fire.

It took a couple hours to warm up. I think it was extra cold because it was so clear out. We were pretty wet, too. Just from being out for 4 days. Slept pretty good that night. Woke up early. I don't think I even ate breakfast. We slowly packed up, got the fire going again for some pre-paddle toasting and pushed off for an unknown number of miles to get to the take out. We joked in camp in was 5 minutes downstream! 45 minutes later we rolled around a splashy left bend with some gorgeous, scoured out bedrock benches making a few very surfable waves. Unmistakeable!! We paddled a little ways down and POW!! ROCK CAIRNS!!! ...and a kayak. The first half of our group hadn't made it out either!! They were forced to camp as we were due to no visibility. We all made it out and had a great shuttle ride back to the Three Lakes Trailhead!! The easiest hour and a half of my life was smashed in the back of that truck.

Scott M packs up at final camp

what log jams??

After 4+ days of hiking, roping, glissading, boating, roping, scouting, pulling, dragging, portaging, tugging, carrying, eating and sleeping... one may wonder how long the shuttle is going to take. Actually, one doesn't really care upon arriving at the take out, I assure you. However, for such a grand adventure, the shuttle is only an hour and a half back to Three Lakes trailhead.

shuttle beverage of choice at 8 am Tuesday morning

Scott M and Ryan, back where we started from

worked.

Scotty's "happy place" on our layover day

After a layover day we decided to have a look at more of the area's impressive features. In total, I lost almost 15 pounds in less than 5 days. I felt pretty worked over the day after Tshletshy.

good woods..  everywhere ya look!

It's a little hard to tell from the photo, but this tree had fallen long ago, decomposed, and all the organic material it fell on washed away during its decomposition leaving it suspended 7-8 feet above the ground. These kinds of discoveries make the woods so endlessly fascinating to explore. So many little things like this to find and ponder along the way. I see why John Muir fought so hard to preserve the pristine woods of this country. They are endlessly magical, creating new wonders every season, new for each person. A wonderland of meditative perfection. Go get lost in the woods for 4 days and discover some SENB that will rock your foundations. It's out there!!

more amazingness!

the woods are indescribable and so very humbling

i ran out of words

three bears - is what I thought

The photo above shows some beings, at first glance, I thought were bears. Much to my relief and enjoyment was I soon to discover their lovely inanimate ways. Pictured below, a perfect little spring popping out of the hillside. You bet I drank my fill. How do ya tell a good spring from a 'bad' one? I guess it's just a feeling. Neat to see how the water is different in every shot.

portrait views at every turn

gettin' the shot of the dude 'gettin' the shot'!

The Olympics are simply irresistible 

future projects

a very lovely 'woodsy' trail

fresh bear swipe

complete with poop on the trail

adolescent male??

random O.P. critter

O.P. magic

glacial flow

camp!

Squatch??

The magic of Tshletshy Creek is only the start of what is sure to be an incredible year on the creeks and rivers of the Olympic Peninsula for the Creek Siders of this fine mountain sanctuary. The year of the Water Dragon is upon us. Big thanks again to Scott Matthews, Ryan Scott, and Scotty Baker for making this a trip to remember.


   author's note:

Plan on a long 4 day trip in here. I would even recommend spending the day before.. cruising around the area, taking it all in. There is a lot to see here. The Quinault zone is pretty deep for all but locals and is the equivalent to any South American jungle you're gonna find with equally impressive flora and fauna. The critters, in general, are less poisonous. But stuff'll still hunt ya n' chomp on ya, so be careful.  If you're coming here from anywhere south of Bellingham, drive around from the Olympia side. You can do 60mph most of the way and the roads are fairly straight. Going around the north side is slow and windy. Bring extra food!