Sasquatch Files: Clallam County, AUG 2009

TIME: Late August 2009, approx 2pm (1400)

LOCATION: Clallam County, WA; just east of Port Angeles; DNR logging road off of Blue Mountain Rd


 “K” was out walking her two dogs on a DNR logging road when she heard loud scream coming from the woods just south of her. She described the sound as deep, and two toned. “K” said she wasn’t exactly frightened by the scream, but simply recognized it was a warning to get out of there. Her two dogs did not seem to register or react to the sound and followed her as she immediately turned around and headed back to her vehicle which was parked about 900ft away on Blue Mountain Rd.


13APR2021: I visited the site of the encounter with “K”, it was the first time she’d been back to the site in 13 years. Despite the time gone by, she said that the scream she heard was so unforgettable, it felt like yesterday. We walked about two miles around dirt roads through 2nd and 3rd growth forest and overgrown clearcuts looking and listening for signs as we discussed the encounter and hiked along. However, no anomalous sign or sound was experienced during the brief site visit. An array of bootprints, hoof prints and ATV tracks suggest that the area is somewhat frequented by people.

The Boothill: Danner Mountain 600 Enduroweave


Last summer I bought a pair of these babies after a friend of mine extolled the virtues of a non-waterproof footwear for hiking in the warmer months.

I ended up doing quite a bit of off trail travel in the Cascades with the last pair, and really beat the hell out of them. They did well enough though, that I figured on an actual maintained trail, they’d hold up even better.

At $160USD, they’re not the cheapest boot, but also not gonna leave you in the poor house, and hell they’re made in America so, Yay USA!

I probably put less than 50 town miles on the boots before I hit the trail, so by the time I laced them up down on the Mexican Border I was still digging that new shoe smell…

Not too worse for wear!

MILE 112

So far so good! Some minor wear and tear, but no real damage to the boots or the soles, but at the toe, the rubber is starting to ever-so-slightly separate from the boot.

Not many people wearing boots out here in the desert, people seem to be wearing trail runners with low gaiters mostly.

A few people have asked me if wearing boots in the desert heat isn’t like rocking a pair of Easy Bake Ovens on my feet, but really the feets haven’t got excessively sweaty at all, and I’m loving the ankle support.

Houston, we have a problem.

MILE 266

The boots are getting rather chewed up now. What started as light abrasion just behind the left foot big toe is now a total breach of the outer layer.

I really dig these boots, but a reoccurring thought of mine is that they really need some extra armor over the toe box and other key points to protect against abrasion.

They’re obviously due for a replacement in the next couple hundred miles, which is a bit disappointing, having had higher hopes for this pair.

MILE 363

I decided to swap the Danners out in Wrightwood after buying a pair of Altra Lone Peak 4’s.

By this point the boots had developed a long tear along the bottom of the left boot, where the fabric meets the sole.

Although a thin inner layer remained, I felt that it was best not to change a critical boot failure out in the middle of nowhere.



Overall I liked these boots, but will not likely buy them again.

My last pair did alright over a summer of weekend trips in the cascades, but the day to day punishment of the PCT was just too much.

While there is much to like about the Enduroweave boots, ultimately I feel that for the price, there’s much better options, at least out here on the PCT.


PCT: Campo to Warner Springs


T- minus 1 night to PCT: Stayed at Jacumba Hot Springs. They had mineral water swimming pools outside, and a cool little hot spring grotto inside, with a restaurant and bar! If you can swing it, great way to get the trail started!

DAY 1: Hiked the 15.4mi to Hauser Creek, which was well inhabited by fellow campers by the time I showed up. Luckily I found a nice spot just up the way. A German fellow came in kinda late and he looked exhausted. He told me he’d started at 11 and took no breaks. He went down to the river, and when he came back said that he’d felt dizzy and lightheaded. Pound some water man! Instead he went straight to sleep without dinner.


DAY 2: Left camp at dawn to head up Morena Butte. Along the way ran into a few early birds going up the hill. Slowly we snowballed into a little group and headed into the Lake Morena grocery for breakfast. I drank 64oz of hot coffee and ate a brekkie burrito! I split off from the group and checked out the town a little. Passed a few folks along the way, but made it to Kitchen Creek sans company.

Which for me was perfect! Had my own little nude beach! Woot woot!

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DAY 3: I’ll admit, I was VERY close to staying another day at Kitchen Creek, it was as close to paradise as I’ve seen in a long while…. but the trail bellows:“HIKE ME!” Conifer trees began appearing on the way up Mt. Laguna. Felt like it’d been awhile since I saw pine needles! The campground was enormous, and weekend warriors were posted up on every other campsite: Hey fellas, looks like the Coleman Convention is in town! I ran into a few familiar faces and started getting a mental grasp of the facilities at Mount Laguna. Ended up getting a few supplies at the store, and dinner at the restaurant.

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DAY 4: Left Laguna Mountain before the sun climbed over the horizon. I arrived at Pioneer Mail trailhead a few hours later. A few familiar kids were enjoying the shade of the trees. Hung out for a few hours shooting the shit and cooking lunch, departed a little before three as winds and clouds began pushing from the west. The hike to Sunrise Trailhead was windy, but no precipitation materialized. Some of the kids from Pioneer Mail were there contemplating a stay, but ultimately everyone bounced, ‘cept me and a pair camped behind the water tank.

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DAY 5: I woke up a few times in the night to my tent getting shaken around by the wind. When I finally got out of the tent the world was completely grey, just a thick river of fog flowing across the ridge. As I was hiking out in the squall, I decided perhaps I’d hide out for awhile in the concrete vault toilet, cook breakfast and make my plan. Julian was only 14mi down the highway, so I figured instead of hiking out via the PCT, I’d try and thumb it to town. That’s when I heard a knock on the toilet next to me; it was the couple camped at the water tank. “Hiding it in the shithouse too, huh?” Before long more soaked, bedraggled hikers started showing up at the Sunrise vault toilet seeking shelter. I was able to get some cell reception, and booked a room near Julian, and booked one for a German guy hiding in my toilet because his English wasn’t so good. Another pair of dudes in the toilet booked at the same place. Must have been close to ten of us up there, when a pair of trail Angels showed up in a white VW van. They were headed to Julian, and could take four or five. The three guys hiding out in my toilet immediately got in the van, I was close behind. “We’re all booked at the Apple Tree!” I said over the commotion of the van. “No problem, we’ll get ya there, but let’s get some hot coffee and donuts first” responded Bob, the driver.Hot coffee and breakfast were just the thing! Afterwards, our trail angels Bob and Sherry, took the three dudes to the Appletree, while I decided to hang around town for awhile first, learning over breakfast that the Appletree was a few miles out in a smaller town called Wynola.

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DAY 6: So I ended up talking up the guys in the next room; Captain Ron and Jukebox. I’d seen them once before at the restaurant in Mount Laguna. After discussing the worsening weather, we decided to split a double for another night in town.We hitched back into town for supplies. I bought a sewing kit and repaired a pocket seam that was coming apart. Later we went to ‘Mom’s’ for the free pie they give to PCT hikers. It was delicious! The Cap’n and Jukebox hitched back to the motel while I stayed around a little longer, taking in Julian.That night me and Juke had a few beers at the wood fired pizza joint across from the motel talking about the long trail ahead.

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DAY 7: We were able to contact Bob, our trail angel from before and he agreed to give us a lift from the motel back to the vault toilet where he found us.Bob arrived in a white Tesla, and we loaded up are gear from the trunk to the frunk. I’d never been in a Tesla before, it had some real ‘get-up and go’. On the way Bob stopped at the Candied Apple Café in Julian for some coffee and pastries to get the day started right.With bellies full of coffee and donuts we got back on trail with about 18mi to Scissors Crossing. After ten hours of hot sun, blooming desert and military aircraft buzzing over head, the shade of the Scissors Underpass was a very welcome sight.Beneath the roadway, a collection of black plastic stock tubs contained gallons of Kirkland Signature water jugs. There were less than a dozen hikers camped out at the cache, mostly gathered around a the beer cooler, generously provided by trail angels, Snakefarm and Snow. They’d both hiked the trail before, and had plenty of stories to share. A handful of us stayed up into the night drinking Coors beneath the stars.

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DAY 8: Leaving Scissors, we began to climb into the San Felipe mountains northwest toward Warner Springs, but it’d still be a night out until we got there.We’d heard that the best chance for water was the 3rd Gate Cache, a little over dozen miles ahead, after that: next stop Warner Springs!Thinking about a shower, hot coffee and laundry helped me push the way to the cache. The lovely views overlooking the San Felipe Valley didn’t hurt much either! There were a handful of people camped along the spur trail down to the cache, and a few more hanging out around the covered pallets of water jugs and empty jug cage that made up the cache. It was good to hang with the crowd the for a few, before lacing up the boots again to make use of the remaining daylight to get a few miles closer to Warner.

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DAY 9: That night we’d camped atop a large outcrop looking out on the hills, and were treated to a beautiful sunrise. About 8 miles away, at Barrel Spring, we ran into a trail angel party offering a delectable variety of goodies!Their son had completed the trail some years back, and they had much to tell us about his travels.Over a breakfast of cheetos, fruit, cinnamon rolls, boiled eggs and beer we all talked trail and reveled in the morning. On the way out we took a couple trail beers and set out for Eagle Rock, our last stop before Warner Springs. Along the way there was a drastic shift in the local ecosystem, from desert hills to the almost surreal grasslands outside of Warner Springs. The maroon tinged prairie seemed to flow like a river beneath the breeze. Jukebox was the first to sight Eagle Rock, but even with him describing it: “dude, I’m telling you the part on the left is a wing, that part in the middle is the beak…!

I just wasn’t seeing it. When we got close though, I’ll admit, it looked like an eagle. I took a surprise nap under the shade of the eagle’s great stone wing.

Just down the trail, as thru miles go, we arrived at Warner Springs. Across the highway, the Warner Springs Community Center was swarming with hikers. Inside a volunteer gave us a run down of the facility; bucket showers, bucket laundry and the camp store. “You can set up by the big tree out there, you’ll see the tents!” Just outside the camp area was the defacto smoker’s table, where a handful of familiar faces were knocking back some cold ones and talking shop…


The Boothill: Skechers Rugged Industrial Hikers… again!

What’s a hiker to do when the going gets rugged and industrial?

Strap on a pair of Skechers…


25 OCT 2018 – 04 APR 2019

Like I said in the obituary for the last pair, I happened to be near a Fred Meyer one day and decided to pop in and replace my previous pair of Rugged Industrial Hikers which were sufficiently dilapidated.

Out of the box these things are comfortable for a work boot with a safety toe. A nice plus!

… and at a price point of around $70 USD things can only get better! right?

27 NOV 2018

It was pouring today, so thought I’d mention that these things do not grip in the rain. I’m sliding all over the pavement.

No shit; on a steep enough grade I’d just be along for the ride if one of these 2 yard dumpsters decided to take off down a steep Seattle hill!

Just skidding on my boots pulled along by several hundred pounds of booze bottles and Amazon boxes.

Sometimes you just gotta go down with the dumpster.

04 DEC 2018

It’s been getting frosty in the mornings. My hands have been getting rather cold just using the company supplied blue atlas gloves, but thus far the RIH’s are keeping my feet warm and dry. We have yet to get hit with frozen precipitation.

11 DEC 2018

Officially taking on water today. Not much though, didn’t really notice until I took my boots off, but seems to be coming in right around where shoe and sole meet.

14 FEB 2019

Valentine’s day, and I’m SO not in love with these boots!

They have so many leaks at this point my feet get soaked in a light rain.

Why haven’t I replaced them by now?

Well, because I’m a cheapskate! … and my time as a garbage man is coming to an end in early April, so I’m gonna let the RIHs run for a little while longer.

Here in the Great Northwest, we’ve been getting hammered with record setting snow. It’s made collecting the garbage next to impossible, and is likely to see me lose my soggy feet to TRENCH FOOT because these rugged industrial hikers have held up like frail geriatric shufflers!

12 MAR 2019

One time I found a booklet on hospice care in the garbage. Inside there was a section that talked about how when people begin to pass away, they might begin to see people and places long past, and interact with a world not visible to anyone else in the room.

I thought “That’s fascinating; perhaps it’s like the soul separating from the physical body. Like briefly inhabiting two worlds simultaneously.”

Guess that must be where my right boot is at, because it’s sole began separating last week.

Really hoping that Gorilla Tape can tether the soul of my boot sole to the physical realm just a little longer!

Hold strong brave boot, soon your struggles will forever pass…

04 APR 2019

The day is finally here, the contract is over and I’m no longer a garbage man.

On the way to my car, I unceremoniously chucked my seriously compromised pair of Rugged Industrial Hikers in the trash compactor.

Honestly I’m feeling pretty cold about that, kinda wish I’d done something special for them like maybe filled ’em with flowers and set ’em ablaze, but its too late for that now, so I wrote a poem instead:

“They weren’t the best boots, but weren’t the worst. They weren’t the last, and weren’t the first. Many boots I have owned, some held up, but these got pwned.”


Northwest Wave Watching

Got down on the Oregon Coast for a few days in mid December, and happened to catch some wild waves in Depoe Bay, OR.

High tides and howling winds battered the shoreline, spattering storm watchers and sending seawater onto vehicles traveling along the highway 101.

A Horn that Spouts?

Depoe Bay’s waterfront features an interesting natural feature called a “spouting horn”. Basically it’s a small opening on the top of a sea cave… kinda like a whale’s blowhole!

It works when a sufficiently powerful wave is focused into the cave, sending a geyser of seawater out of the “spouting horn” and high into the air.

To catch the wildest waves, one must become a sort of amateur oceanographer and meteorologist, watching and waiting for a perfect storm of high tide and raging seas.

Forty feet or better if it was a foot!

Watching the undulating waves is mesmerizing; one might feel like an aspiring sea psychic, looking to the waves for clues to predict when the spouting horn will emit it’s mightiest Neptunian toots.

Transfixed, I watched as wave after wave collided. Then as a deep trough in the pattern opened up and was suddenly filled by a rushing cataclysm of saltwater and seafoam, forcing thousands of gallons into the sea cave below.

A rainbow of rain slicker clad revelers had gathered, marveling in a hushed awe as the resulting jet of ivory exploded from the spouting horn and into the stormy heavens.


Their trance broken by the visceral slap of the salty geyser coming back down onto the rocks. Even over the enveloping roar of wind and wave, the satisfying slap drew the applause of the brine faced onlookers. Who are they clapping for?!

Respite from the sideways rain was fleeting, but the unwavering crowd stood steadfast against the storm. I was wearing blue jeans and they were SOAKED, so I was ready to go!

Just north of town there was a miraculous break in the tempestuous weather, which enticed us to pull over at Boiler Bay to catch a deceptively warm looking sunset.


Winter brings the King Tides to the northwest; extreme high tides that occur beginning in early winter.

If these tides happen to coincide with some ugly weather…

There will be some waves! …and possibly serious erosion and flooding.

Be aware!

The first surge was from Dec 21st – 23rd, but they’ll be two others in the coming months:

January 20-22 will bring the second round of King Tides to northwest beaches.

February 18-20 will be the last chance to catch the King Tides until the next winter!


‘King Tides’ would make a pretty good local sports team name!

Any northwest coastal town looking for a new moniker? Coos Bay? Illwaco? How about Edmonds?

“It’s a King Tides kind of day!”

(you’d have to be familiar with the Edmonds town bumper sticker.)

Who says it’s gotta be a coastal town? How about Moses Lake King Tides? or Grand Coulee King Tides?!

Wait! Moses Lake Potato Lords! Now that’s a team name if I’ve ever heard one!

…and I don’t even like sports!


Abernethy Cemetery

Just off Washington State Route 4, about 14 miles west of Longview, WA is a tiny cemetery, hidden in obscurity and overgrowth.

There are only a handful of graves at the diminutive site, but with family ties to local history that can make it an interesting stop.


Alexander Abernethy headed to the Oregon Country to work with his brother, George, who had established a mill at Oak Point in the 1840s.

In 1867, Alexander, and his wife Eliza were granted 636 acres of the new Oregon Territory under the Oregon Donation act of 1850.

Alexander lived another twenty one years, passing away in 1888 at the age of 74, and was buried in the family plot; the Abernethy Cemetery.


George Abernethy was an early entrepreneur in the budding Oregon Country. His water powered sawmill on ‘Mill Creek’, constructed in the 1840s, was an early industry in the region.

Abernethy was also active in Oregon Country politics, twice being elected as provisional governor until the post was dissolved in 1848, when President James Polk signed the Oregon Territory into law.

After his time as provisional governor, George continued to find success in business, but lost all of his assets in the Great Flood of 1862.

In March of 1877, George passed away at the age of 69, in Portland, OR.

However, even in death George remained active, so it would seem…

…he was first laid to rest in Vancouver, WA in 1877, but was later reinterred in Portland, OR in 1883.


As the State Route 4 passes through the Oak Point area, it crosses a pair of creeks. ‘Mill Creek’ was once the power source of George Abernethy’s 1840s mill.

Just east of Mill Creek, is Abernathy Creek, said to be where Alexander Abernethy settled and made a family.

While Abernethy’s mill is long gone, just across the Columbia River, the Beaver Power Plant could perhaps be imagined of as a sort of spiritual successor.

Let it’s droning industrial hum remind you of simpler times…


From Longview, WA: Take the State Route 4 west toward Illwaco. About 14 miles west of Longview, you’ll see Abernathy Creek Rd.

Don’t be compelled to turn here, and don’t be confused by the subtle change in spelling. Abernethy and Abernathy seem to be used interchangeably!

Instead, cross over the creek and turn north on the road immediately on the other side, that is the west side of Abernathy Creek.

Very soon a country road will appear on your left, this is the cemetery road.

At it’s end, next to a private home, is the tiny cemetery.


More pics: Abernethy Dec 2018

Pratt Mountain 5099′

To many visitors, Pratt Mountain, or simply “The Pratt” as it’s called by woodland hipsters, appears to be a giant heap of talus rising from the montane forest…

…and it pretty much is.


(From Talapus Lake TH)

  • 2400ft / 730m gain
  • 10mi / 16km round trip
  • <0.5mi/0.8km offtrail



“The Pratt” composes the north east buttress of a high plateau which holds a number of popular alpine lakes just north of the I90. Especially popular on summer weekends!

The shortest distance approach is from Talapus Lake trailhead, but can be also accessed from Ira Spring TH or Granite Mountain TH, whatever way you choose, you’ll want to end up around Rainbow Lake.

Rising behind the lake is the southwest face of Pratt Mountain; the aforementioned giant pile of talus. A non technical, but talus-y ascent awaits you.

Along the trail just east of Rainbow Lake, a handful of foot paths head up through trees to these rocky slopes, where one can contour northwest along the ridge to the summit.

There’s a good view of the surrounding peaks from the top o’ the Pratt. Just south one might be able to spy hikers atop Bandera Mountain, or yonder east at the Granite Mountain Fire Lookout.

Throw them a wave, or give em the bird! It’s basically the same gesture at this distance!


A round trip up “The Pratt” can be done as a day trip, but for those who like to stretch it out, there are ample camping opportunities.

There are nine lakes of size in the area, many with established campsites. During the summer months some of these lakes can be very popular with campers, so treat your water, and plan accordingly.


Make yourself a “Pratt Bratt” t shirt to commemorate your ascent! Fabric safe puffy paint works great!

A Sharpie marker works too, if you’re a habitual half ass.

I have a strong feeling that such a shirt could even help you make friend (s)!


You’ll need a Northwest Trail Pass to park at either the Talapus Lake TH or Ira Spring TH or you might get a ticket.

A self issued wilderness pemit is required for travel in wilderness areas, and is usually available at the trailhead.


Pratt Bratt pics 19NOV2018

The Boothill: Skechers ‘Rugged Industrial Hikers’

July 2018 – 25 OCT 2018, RIP

I’m currently employed as a garbageman. It’s a tough job, and it’s a boot destroyer.

This pair of Rugged Industrial Hikers fit well right out of the box, and stayed waterproof… up until the sole started wearing away about two months after purchase.

Between the rain, discarded syringes, and alley water, a fella just can’t be having a breached boot out here!

I happened to be near a Freddy Kroger when I’d finally had enough of my failed boots. So what did I do?

Marched right in there and bought another pair. Probably the best safety toe work boot on Freddy’s boot shelf…

but what’s that really saying?


Fungus Debriefing #3

Walking ’round Waptus River for a few days in October

A mishmash of mushrooms grew from the dampened earth, but only a few were of the edible sorts. Saw one gigantic bolete, but so had the worms!

Flushes of amanita muscarina were seen along the way with their vibrant caps adding a toadstool touch to the kaleidoscope of fall color.

Amanita muscarina, viewed from above in the header picture, is an easily identifiable mushroom in the fall forest. In spanish these toxic toadstools are sometimes called “matamoscas” , which loosely translates to “fly killer”.

Mosca is spanish for fly, and originates from the latin musca, from where we get, muscarina.

In English the mushrooms are sometimes called fly amanitas or fly agaric.

The term agaric comes from ancient Greek and refers to a broad group of mushrooms which bear a cap, gills and a stem.

Basically an agaric is what 99% of people would draw if they got mushroom as a Pictionary clue. Close your eyes, think ‘mushroom’. Yep, that one.

…but why the fly?

Seems that in ye olde dayes, the colorful mushrooms were dried and sprinkled into milk which would be left out to spoil. The poisonous curdled concoction would then draw the little moscas in for a drink of doom.

Anyway, that’s a little bit about muscas, moscas y muscarinas… Not that you asked.

Later wandering led to the discovery of some intriguing white mushroom buds erupting from the forest floor in a rather straight line of staggered clumps.

These were collected and later identified as Matsutakes. Bonus!



Went for a jaunt around a favorite haunt…

Lot of inedible russulas springing from the duff, some had sprung well before I got there, probably with the recent rains. Now they decayed where they stood.

I got fooled by more than a few big leaf maple leaves that fit the right color and shape of a chantrelle, starkly gold against the shade of the heavy forest canopy. At least from a distance.

Despite the maple’s ruse (I bet that ol’ tree was just laughing it’s mossy wooden ass off!) I managed to pluck a few handfuls of chantrelles from the duff as well as a surprise trio of lobsters.

Got home and threw the whole lot of em into the dehydrator! Destined to be added to backpacking soup!

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Candy Point Trail

This short but steep hike in Coulee Dam, WA leads to some of the best views to be had of the most powerful hydroelectric generating station in North America.


  • 2mi +- (3.2km)
  • 700′ elevation gain (213m)
  • Steep trail, often hot sun, little shade
  • Great views of Grand Coulee Dam
  • Can be hiked the whole year round


Work began on the Grand Coulee Dam in 1933 as part of President Franklin Roosevelt’s “New Deal”.

In 1937 the Civilian Conservation Corps, or CCC, constructed the trail to the Candy Point Top to provide views of the massive dam, which was completed in 1942.

In 1991, the trail was rebuilt through the efforts of the Grand Coulee Dam Rotary Club.

Some 26 years later, in 2017, Washington Trail Association volunteers repaired sections of the trail, and cleared overgrowth from the 80 year old grade.


I can’t think of many other trails that offer as much as the Candy Point Trail in such a short distance; Nature, history and some great views of a legitimate world wonder.

Access is via two odd trailheads; neither of which really seem like trailheads at all…

One of them is along North Columbia Ave, and appears as a sign in someone’s yard. From there you walk across their lawn (I know it sounds weird, but they’re cool with it) to gain access to the trail.

The other is behind city hall at the top of Douglas Ave. Initially I thought this boot path was going to lead me to a hobo encampment or a teenage pot smoking spot, but no, this is the trail…

…or the real one is a short distance away in the same parking lot, I dunno.

This is the way I hiked it.


From behind City Hall: Follow a bootpath dipping into a brushy draw behind the parking lot. A makeshift bridge of rock and debris sometimes span diminutive Fiddle Creek which lies at the bottom of the draw.

The path then begins to head up, passing by a fenced off railroad tunnel, which a plaque describes was abandoned before it was ever even used.

The trail continues up the Fiddle Creek draw, in many places up well constructed rock steps placed by the CCC so many years ago.

Looking back as you gain, the mammoth concrete impoundment creates a surreal backdrop over the picturesque Grand Coulee old town.

From here one can fully appreciate the town’s placement as more than just a show of trust, perhaps rather trust defined.

At what seems like the top, the trail begins snaking up the grassy backside of the 1765′ point. Oh, that reminds me…

This is rattlesnake country!

Keep an eye and ear out for snakes!

Around the Candy Point top is the remains of some sort of radio equipment, and an eyeful of views of the damn big dam.

A spur trail in this area also leads over to the parking area at the Crown Point overlook to the north.

The route then begins to travel down a draw sloping to the north east, steeply traveling downward upon the CCC’s well built grade.

At the bottom you’ll find yourself in someone’s yard; “I dunno man, you sure it’s cool to cross here? I ain’t trying to get shot after avoiding all the cliffs and snakes, I worked too hard for this!”

Prepare your best “but teh internetz sed it wuz k” face, then cross the grass to the road. You might even see the sign over there. (No really, they’re cool with it!”)

You’re now on North Columbia Ave, follow it south, past the bank and into Cole Park. There, a much better bridge spans Fiddle Creek and will put you on a long, diagonal sidewalk back up to City Hall where you parked.

…or turn around and do it the other way, the world is your oyster!


Step one is to get yourself to Coulee Dam, WA, which you’ll find in the north central part of the state.

Step two is to pick your trailhead. There’s some parking up at City Hall at the top of Douglas Ave, or street parking on North Columbia Ave.

If you’ve crossed the bridge to the north side of town, you’re on the wrong side of the river.

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