Wolverine Mountain

Sunset on University Peak, Wrangell St. Elias National Park

Alone

The plane dropped me off on the top of the mountain on a beautiful sunshiny summer afternoon. I looked around at the undulating green tundra surrounding me and across the mile-deep chasm in front of me to an endless vista of nameless mountains and glaciers. I was alone.

Alone. It took a few moments for it to sink in just HOW alone I was. There was no one else around, or likely to be around, either, for miles and miles because “you can’t get there from here.” Due to big, burly glacial rivers and precipitous cliffs, the only way to get there was to fly. I had been an avid backpacker and wilderness wanderer all my life, but I had never experienced true wilderness like this. I took off all my clothes and ran around naked for a while to celebrate, just because I could.

Tent on Wolverine mountain
Camp

Sunrise Surprise

The next morning I got up especially early. Although the view was spectacular wherever I looked, I had a special spot in mind. Just a few hundred yards from my tent was a small pond accented by the brilliant magenta hues of a patch of fireweed. Across the pond was a view of the most spectacular peaks in the entire range. If I timed it right, I should be able to catch the alpenglow on those peaks in that sweet morning light, with the pond and fireweed in the foreground. I grabbed my tripod and camera, nothing else, and headed out to watch the sunrise.

It seemed like I could see forever across the mossy tundra, but appearances are deceiving. The land was as rumpled as a blanket thrown over a litter of puppies. I dropped down over a rise – right onto – a grizzly bear, grazing on the grass.

University Range, Wrangell St. Elias National Park
University Range from Wolverine Mountain

Number one rule in bear country is never surprise the bear, and I was just feet away, having approached swiftly and silently. Even though I was way too close, he hadn’t noticed me yet. I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could, and as soon as I was far enough away to not surprise him, I started singing loudly to make him aware of my presence. “Oh Lord, please don’t let the bear eat me” went the refrain.

I returned to my tent, which was way too close to that bear for comfort, and grabbed the things I needed to spend all day away (including the bear spray I’d left in the tent the first time out). I was pretty nervous when I came back to camp that evening, but thankfully he was long gone.

Alpenglow on the University Range
Alpenglow on the University Range

Unexpected Encounter

The next morning, I packed up and headed for the landing strip to wait for the plane.

It was another beautiful day, but a bit breezier than the last two. I heard the buzz of the plane and knew my ride was on its way. The pilot, Kelly Bay, started his final approach. An errant gust of wind slammed into the plane, tipping one of the wings perilously close to the ground. Kelly accelerated and got out of there fast, waving goodbye, accident narrowly averted.

View from Wolverine Mountain, Wrangell-St. Elias National Park
Upper Chitistone River Canyon

Since it was too windy to land, I was kind of stranded. After all, you can’t get there from here, so all I could do was wait until the wind died down and he returned. So I kicked back on my pack and contemplated the sublime scenery. There are definitely worse places, and circumstances, to be stranded in. Since I was supposed to work that evening, I just looked at it as a bonus day off in paradise!

That is, until I saw the dark brown shape running across the tundra. It was pretty far away, and there’s no sense of scale above timberline, but it was the same dark brown color as that damn bear. I thought, “ Oh no, not again!”

Wrangell St. Elias National Park
Beautiful views in every direction

So I started singing. As I did, I pulled my binoculars from my pack to get a good look at the beast. Hmmm, it’s got a tail. It’s NOT a bear. Wolf? Strange, wolves don’t run with their tails between their legs like that, and I’ve never seen one that dark brown color.

Then the animal heard my voice and started to turn, running back the way it had come. I saw the yellow stripe along its side. Damn! Wolverine! I’d never seen one before. What a rare and wonderful sighting! I was so mad at myself for chasing away a wolverine before I even had a chance to photograph it.

Chitistone Canyon, Wrangell St. Elias National Park
Downstream on the Chitistone

When Kelly finally returned later that afternoon, I shared with him the story of my little adventure.

“Wolverine, huh? You’re lucky! What a great sighting!” He contemplated my story for a few moments. “You know, we call this airstrip Chitistone Heights. I hate that name. Sounds like a soap opera. I think I’ll rename it after your experience. Wolverine Mountain.”

Bush Pilot Kelly Bay
Kelly Bay

That was 25 years ago, almost to the day. Wolverine Mountain it is, beloved by many. Michelle McAfee even wrote a song about it. Although I practice Leave No Trace, somehow I seem to have made my mark on this wilderness. How amazing it is to live in a place where our stories can still become part of the landscape.

View of Chitistone Canyon, Wrangell St. Elias National Park
Clouds over Chitistone Canyon

 

Splash!

Colorado River near Moab, Utah

Patti’s Lens-Artists Challenge for us this week is Splash! – the magic of water.

Powerful magic indeed. Water – creator, destroyer. The most powerful force in our universe.

Waterfall, Yosemite National Park
The awe-inspiring power of water

Water and time, joining forces, create the landscape we see before us.

Glacial ice carving mountains.

Matanuska Glacier, Alaska
The Matanuska Glacier carves a course through the Chugach Mountains of Alaska.

Rivers cutting canyons…

The crystalline blue waters of the Smith River in Northern California cut a canyon through volcanic rock.
Smith River, California

Waves sculpt rocks, eroding away miles and miles of coastline.

Redwood National Park, California
It’s thrilling to witness the power and fury of a Pacific storm.

Blessed rain.

Rainbow over the Virgin Mountains near Mesquite, Nevada
Rainbows are the perfect union of water and light.

Water is beauty. Water is life – the key ingredient that unifies all life on Earth.

Merriman Falls, Washington
Water is life.

Without it, none of this would exist.

Buddha Beach in Oak Creek, Arizona
Desert reflections

Splash!

Cormorants on the Mendocino Coast, California
Wave Watching

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Big is Beautiful

Mt. Blackburn, Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, Alaska

I’ve just discovered the WordPress Lens Artist Photo Challenge. Tina Schell, whose blog is called Travels and Trifles, came up with this week’s theme, “Big is Beautiful”.

How appropriate that I found it this week, I can’t help but think, as big is beautiful has defined my life in many ways.

For one thing, I’m a big girl. I keep telling myself big is beautiful, but I don’t always believe it.

More importantly though, big is beautiful has defined my life geographically, as a rambling ranger, for many years. After all, I live in Alaska, the biggest state in the Union.

Thorofare Pass, Denali National Park
Maybe vast is a better word than big to define Alaska.

I even worked for a few years in Denali National Park, home to the biggest mountain in North America.

North face of Denali, Denali National Park
Denali

I live in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, the biggest national park in the U.S. by far. It’s the size of Switzerland with Yellowstone and Yosemite thrown in.

Bonanza Ridge, Wrangell St. Elias National park
Hiking in the Wrangells

My favorite geologic feature in this fabulous park is the Stairway Icefall, one of the tallest icefalls in North America, if not the world. It rises 7,000 feet in under 2 miles.

Stairway Icefall, Wrangell St. Elias National Park
The view of Stairway Icefall from my front yard – I’m a lucky girl.

I work in the “ghost town” of Kennecott. The Kennecott Mill just may be the tallest wooden building in North America. It’s big.

Kennecott National Historic Landmark
The Kennecott Mill, is a big, TALL building

I spent 8 winters as a ranger in Death Valley National Park. At 3.2 million acres, it is the largest national park in the contiguous United States.

Black Mountains, Death Valley National Park
Don’t let the name scare you, Death Valley is big and beautiful. Just don’t go in the summer!

Currently I’m spending time in the Pacific Northwest, home to big trees.

Hoh Rain Forest, Olympic National Park
Old Growth Maple

The place where I’m staying is only a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean, the biggest of them all!

Klaloch Beach, Olympic National Park
Pacific Ocean Sunset

Live Large! Go Big!

The Olympic Rainforest

Olympic National Park

It’s magical. Wizards live here – maybe sasquatch, too – or is that just an apparition, the shape of a moss-covered stump mimicking a man – worn by the true spirit of the forest? There are definitely giants.

Maple Olympic National Park
Creepy kinda tree

Some of the giants are trees. Tall, ancient, forest kings – spruce, cedar, hemlock and fir. I scarcely notice the conifers, though. What strikes me are the maples.

They’re not the prettiest trees. Although there are some giants, they’re not nearly as big as the biggest evergreens. Their leaves are scraggly, too. Bigleaf Maple leaves don’t age gracefully.

Some tree species change color as if they’re just embracing a new fashion trend for the season, donning brilliant colors while the leaves stay bright and supple, orange, gold or red even as they hit the ground. Not the Bigleaf Maple. Some leaves are lovely and golden, but most of their leaves are turning brown and raggedy while still attached to the branch. Very few still have color as they fall.

Detail, Olympic National Park
One leaf was still mostly golden.

But they’re the styliest trees around,the fashionistas of the forest – just check out their threads!

Massive maples flaunt fleece, draped in velvet fringed robes, shimmering curtains of moss. and fern accents. There are more things growing on their trunks than on the forest floor!

How can it possibly be so green?It’s the rain. Olympic’s rain forest gets 12 to 14 feet of rain a year.

Mossy maple detail, Olympic National Park
Fringes and fleece, Olympic rain forest

Compare that to the Colorado Rockies’ 12 to 14 inches! It’s not always torrential deluges, either. it’s more subtle.

You don’t feel it at first, this soft mist, but the air is completely saturated. In 2 minutes flat you’re completely drenched, and you didn’t even realize it was really raining. If a wisp of breeze finds its way through the trees, you’ll feel the fresh spray you might feel when standing at the base of a waterfall in the Rockies or Sierras. It’s wet here.

Olympic National Park, rain forest
Olympic National Park, rain forest

Everything is so green, so fecund, so alive.Every centimeter of every surface is covered, bursting with life, growing. It’s not just the plants. The rivers run with salmon. The forest supports a lot of wildlife, but you may not see it through the trees.

You’ll see coons and deer and bunnies. There are flying squirrels.There are some great mega fauna that you might catch a glimpse of if you’re fortunate. Bears, cougars. LOTS of cougars. And Roosevelt Elk, a super-sized subspecies, bigger than the elk in the Rockies. Here be giants, as I said before.

Cougar kill sign
Close call

One afternoon I went to the Hoh rain forest. I stopped by a trail to the river. I thought I might take it – it wasn’t a very long trail – but looking at the time, I decided to do it later so I could get to the Visitor Center while it was open.

I ended up on another trail that day, but came back the next day to the river trail. There was a new sign posted, one that hadn’t been there the day before.

Seems like I had missed a major wildlife event by blowing off that hike the day before. I really, really want to see a cougar. But 5 at once on a kill? That would be a bit intense! This is one hike I decided would have to wait for another visit. Bring your bear spray when hiking in the Olympics, even short hikes.

Olympic National Park
The road to the Hoh rain forest

There are many ways to access the Olympic rain forest. Just north of Hoquiam is the Quinault Rain Forest. There’s a loop drive around the lake that will take you to some beautiful, easily accessible waterfalls.  The road on the north side is a bit sketchy, though…one lane gravel on the side of a ridge with a steep drop to the lake. There are not enough pullovers and too many blind curves. Leads to a scary situation when that big Ram Charger coming the other way refuses to back up. Stick to the southern road for safer driving and more waterfalls. Travel deeper into the woods for camping or backpacking.

Olympic National Park
Hoh Rain Forest

The largest Sitka Spruce in the country is on that loop, although not on NPS land. It’s a big tree, but I wasn’t that impressed. I had seen too many other spruce just a little farther north in the park that were very nearly as big, and growing in groves of monster trees. The old growth forest protected by the park was much more impressive than this one spruce standing all alone.

Olympic National Park
Hoh River

Take the Hoh Road just south of Forks to see some of the best rain forest in the park. There’s a Visitor Center and campground. If you have a Washington State Discover pass, you can camp for free just a few miles away. There is river access, day hiking, and access to some of the best backpacking trails Olympic has to offer.

Also near Forks is the Bogachiel Road. It leads to a trail that follows the Bogachiel River. The road to the trailhead is on Forest Service land, so be aware that there could be active lumbering operations in progress on this approach.

Olympic National park
Sol Duc Campground

Another way into the rain forest is the Sol Duc Hot Springs Road between Forks and Port Angeles. This is a dark, primeval forest. There’s camping and lodging associated with the developed hot spring here. You can get a discount on the hot springs if you just go in the evening. There’s a warm pool and a cool (swimming) pool. The cool pool was too cool when I visited. You can hike to a great waterfall right from the campground, and also access Olympic’s backcountry trail system from here.

There are a lot of other access points to the rain forest, including patches of rain forest on Olympic’s coastal beach strip. Oh yeah, the beaches. They’re fabulous, too, but that’s another (upcoming) post.

The Olympic rain forest is an enchanted woods. Put it on your bucket list. Get lost in the moss. You won’t regret it.

Olympic National Park
Reflections