This weekend was another hiking weekend for myself, my lovely wife and our new dog Abbey. We took the Cady Pass Loop, a wonderful 16 or so mile hike that goes along Cady Creek, then climbs up to Cady Pass where it meets the Pacific Crest Trail, and follows that to Cady Ridge (who is this Cady guy, anyway?), which it goes along, up and down for a while, until that turns into ‘down and down (and down and down and down)’ until you wind up right back you started. It’s a great hike with glorious views, and I highly recommend it. Lorraine does too, and she’s written her own review of it, which is quite enjoyable if you like that sort of thing. If you’re like me, you’re tired of the jabber and want to see some pictures.

The first leg of the hike, along the creek, is not particularly stunning visually. But once you’ve put in the work to get up to Cady Pass, oh mercy are the views spectacular. This shot of some mountains to the Southwest just doesn’t do it justice.

This glimpse of a great green valley doesn’t either, but it sure is awfully nice.

Near the end of the PCT leg of the hike, you’ll find Lake Sally Ann, a pretty little tarn with some very nice campsites with marvelous views. We stayed the night there, during which the mosquitos feasted on my poor wife, but left me pretty well alone.

Here’s Abbey near the meeting of the PCT and the Cady Ridge trail (that’s Glacier Peak poking up from behind the hill there). She thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience. Earlier, somewhere between the first and second photos, she darted suddenly off the trail, where we heard a death shriek that would have curled your spinal cord. Abbey came prancing happily out of the brush with the cutest little bunny you’ve ever seen (like this one, but cuter) clenched between her teeth and twitching desperately. She shook it a couple times and it stopped twitching. It was a bit disturbing, but it’s nice to know I own a relentless killing machine. You know, in case I’m ever attacked by ruthlessly cute bunnies.

From Cady Ridge, here’s a view of Lake Sally Ann. Admittedly, you can’t see the lake itself, but it’s there, just up and to the right of the center, where the rockfall meets the trail. The small clump of trees on the right of the rockfall is where we camped.
All in all, a successful adventure–the weather held up, the dog generally behaved, and what’s more, I’m not nearly as sore as I would have expected. That’s good, because I’ve got two even longer hikes coming up in two weeks, and then another two weeks after that. But for the moment, let’s get back to whatever this site is ostensibly about, shall we?