Canyon Creek Meadows
July 25, 1981
Let’s face it, some people like trails, forests, lakes, streams, mountains and meadows of wild flowers while others don’t. Judging by the reaction of the group I lead into Canyon Creek Meadows, those people do appreciate these finer aspects of the environment. It is a long, hundred mile drive to the trailhead at Jack Lake; the last eight miles are tedious because of the wash-board pumice road which dictates a driving speed of about 10 miles per hour as it winds up the hill to the 5100 foot altitude of the lake. We were fortunate to see a mule deer doe on the drive in and one on the drive home. `
After getting instructions at the trail head, hikers were free to set their own pace on the gently rolling terrain of the well marked trail. We regrouped at the only trail division to insure that everyone took the correct fork. A little after noon we arrived at a shady spot for lunch in the meadow that afforded both an imposing view of Three Fingered Jack to the west and a panorama of wildflowers filling the meadow in every direction. After refreshing ourselves with food and drink, the majority opted to continue on to the tarn formed by the morainal dam on Jack. We agreed to meet back, at our lunch site in a couple of hours. Most of those arriving at the tarn couldn’t resist climbing the scree trail to the saddle on the east side of Jack. The marvelous view available there is worth every ounce of the exertion it requires to achieve that vantage point. The colors of the rock both on Jack and a subsidiary peak form a mosaic which competes for ones attention with the scenic beauty of being able to see seven major Cascade peaks on a clear day as we had on this trip.
Leaving this area, some of us took the opportunity to slide down a remaining snow field. For Linda Buie, who previously lived in Florida, this was an all-time first. So the trip gave us not only an esthetic experience, but also a thrilling one.
After we arrived back at the trailhead, the excitement was not yet over. One of the cars decided to add to our adventure by refusing to start, giving us the opportunity to test our resourcefulness in automobile first aid. The recalcitrant machine allowed us to enlist the assistance of innocent bystanders, thereby proving to be a handy social device for meeting new people. For 50 suspenseful minutes everyone was given a lifelike experience in problem-solving. Finally a knight disguised by a baseball cap inscribed “Plymouth” and a Blitz belly discovered the magic combination and the engine roared into operation.
Participants in the true life outdoor adventure were Joan Benson, Linda Buie, Richard Heinzkill, Jeanie Holmes, Doug Logan, Ellen Maki, Bob Reuschlein, Ruth Romoser, Charlene Simpson, Carole Wayne, Eleanor Wilkerson, Marie Williams, and your fearless leader Anne Montgomery.