Monday, Memorial Day, in the early morning light, two cars made their way from Burlington to Winthrop/Twisp area for a hike in the Okanogan. We didn't find a nice trail to follow. We didn't even start at a trail-head. Instead, our starting point was a campground. Our trail was the memory of our guides--plus the remains of a mining road. Our motivation was the bright sun in a gloriously clear sky...and a keen sense of adventure, of course.
Thus the merry bunch of us, Jackie, Bryan, Shawnee, Beka, Anna and I, had the time of our lives as we crawled through the shale, snow, streams and mines. Here are the Memorial Day photos. They tell at least some of the story if you can put up with the poor quality.
What passes for a trailhead.
The ladies present: Jackie, Shawnee, Beka and Anna.
Reaching the first mine.
"Yeah...my grampa had one of these..."
Let's hunt some orc...
No more trail or packs from here on up.
Resting up after Shawnee and Beka's near-death experience.
The "trail" we have trod...
Having reached our goal...Shawnee walks in (2-3 feet of water).
...and Bryan follows (braving the frigidity)...
...and so, they both wade off into the darkness...
...and we wait.
"I wonder what would happen if Bryan's shoes disappeared while he was gone."
He's moving fast...that's why it's blury I'm sure.
My thoughtful spot...with a view.
Winthrop: looking for dinner.
A cat...that's more like a dog.
It doesn't come in pints...!
Let's blow this joint...
What's Beka staring at?
Oh...that. Washington Pass, North Cascade highway--our road home.