Over the weekend we were invited by my aunt and uncle to join them at their cabin on a small lake about 2 hours outside of Seattle hear the foothills of the Cascades. Near the lake are some old logging roads that are closed to motor traffic but open to hikers and bikers, so on Sunday Andrew and I went out to explore.
The trails were wide, gravelly, and stretched for miles and miles over hills and around pine groves. It was wonderful. For about an hour (and a half) I ran while he biked next to me. The air was fresh and clean, and the scenery was beautiful. Right before our halfway point, we came to a cleared area that had a great view of the Cascade foothills, some dusted with snow in areas. The photo doesn't do justice to how stunning it was. Andrew snapped pictures of the panorama from the top of the hill while I ran down to flex my muscles a little.
Right before we turned around, Andrew got a picture of me in a triumphant pose. We're about 3.5 miles out into the wilderness.
Now, we quickly discovered the roads all look the same, so they are well marked at every fork with a number and an arrow, but without the visual cues, it was tough to remember at which point we may have turned, so it got a little dicey on our way back and we found ourselves debating whether we were supposed to take road 1641 vs.1646; we ended up going down to a few dead ends before we eventually made it out to the highway again. Whew.
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