My office last week was in the North Cascades, a solid day’s drive across the state.
I was there with six other volunteers to clear deadfall trees off the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). All of the trees that we would eventually clear were new, as neither Goddess or I recall having to hurdle any on that stretch last September.
The commute to our base camp was nice. A 10-mile hike in, aided by volunteers from the Backcountry Horsemen, who carried our tools, food and kitchen tent to the site.
They would come in at the end of the week to haul stuff out. With much lighter panniers, I know a few of the workers took advantage and threw their work boots and things in for a lighter hike out.
Once we arrived at base camp, everyone set up their sleep shelters (tent or hammock), then pitched in to set up the rest of camp. We were rewarded with a huge pot of chili full of fresh ingredients.
We wouldn’t be rewarded with a view of Glacier Peak until mid-week.
Little did we know how much work we would have to do before seeing the mountain.