In late May I hiked McClellan Butte on a dray and dreary day. This is a belated blog post, written two months later. I’m hazy on pretty much all of the details. Apologies if it’s a tad boring!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015. Hike: McClellan Butte. Distance: 9 miles. Elevation gain: 3700 feet. High point: 5162 feet.
I have a physical therapy appointment in the morning (I’m trying to get both of my legs working and functioning equally. I was in a car accident almost 15 years ago and I broke my femur, etc, etc. An old injury, something I’m revisiting recently, kind of in prep for hiking the Long Trail in June/July). After PT I leave from the city and drive out to the Snoqualmie Pass area. The drive takes probably an hour with traffic. It’s a grayish day but I want to get my hike on since it’s my only day off from work this week. So I do.
The clouds are low so I wont get much of a view today, but it feels good to be moving. I see a gigantic slug, the highlight of wildlife on this trip.
I cross powerlines, a trail, a forest road. At some point the clouds sort of part and there are partial valley/hillside views. Not bad. The trillium are out. Snow still clings to the mountain, especially near the top of the mountain. Near the top there are a few nice switchbacks, then to the ridgeline where the summit scramble starts. It’s super exposed, meaning I could easily fall if I lost my footing, so I stay on the safety of the ridge, just below the top of the butte.
I eat a snack at the summit ridge and look off into the thick mass of clouds that is the view today. Pretty anticlimactic. The view is supposed to be down to I-90 anyhow. I’m not really disappointed. After a few minutes, I turn around and go back down the mountain on the same trail. I’m feeling good and the trail gets monotonous, so I run in places.
I eventually make it back down to the trailhead, hop in my car, drive back to Seattle. The end.