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joker seeker
Joined: 12 Aug 2006 Posts: 7953 | TRs | Pics Location: state of confusion |
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:05 pm
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With the warm rain today, last weekend feels far away.
Yellow Aster Butte was my second backpack in Washington. For my first, Yanna and I took our 1 year old 105 pound pup Max to Gothic Basin in July of '94, a few months after we'd moved here and adopted him. The steep trail reminded me a lot of many trails we'd packed in the White Mountains of NH. Wow, what a joy watching the full moon rise over the Monte Christo peaks that Saturday night. On our way out, we passed a couple of women to whom we raved about the place. They said something like "if you like this, you should go to Yellow Aster Butte!"
A month went by, and Yanna was tied up one weekend so I took Max on a solo (human solo, that is) trip up to YAB. I saw what those women meant. We hiked up YAB proper on Sunday, and explored the tarns a bunch. But I also noticed the eroded trail leaving the tarns to head up Tomyhoi, and studied the map, thinking it looked likely to be a great ridge walk. Back at the car, Max hopped into the back of the Tercel wagon and went to sleep. We jumped forward a bit in our bonding that weekend.
I went back the next summer with Max and our friend Skip and we climbed Tomyhoi on Sunday before hiking back down the Keep Kool trail. Wow - even better. As we hiked upwards, more and more of the jaw dropping north cascades popped above the nearby peaks. There were a few "doggie outward bound" spots for Max, most notably a little 3rd class move just past the notch one has to descend to midway up the ascent, but he was a trooper and let us help him through it, and we all got to the false summit, and monkey man Skip went on to tag the true summit ("exposed 4th class with giant jug handholds" was his assessment on his return, and "it really didn't give much more of a view, other than of some of the Canadian clearcuts directly below to the north").
Yanna, Max and I went back the next July when our friend Alan visited from CA. I left work at something like 4 on Friday and we were at camp before dark. We found more snow than we expected, but it was still great. We hiked Tomyhoi again.
We got our pals Don and Tom up there one very hot weekend in early August. The deer flies were insanely distracting down in the woods, and the mosquitoes were quite intense in the alpine until just after dark. Still we had a pretty good time.
I almost brought a group of workmates up there the following summer, but bad weather pushed us out to Ingalls Lake/Headlight Basin, where we had a great time enjoying the rainshadow effect. A good backup plan.
We did several other fine backpacks through these years, each time going to new places, but we also kept returning to Yellow Aster Butte.
As Max aged, his back started calcifying a bit, and we learned not to take him on steep or rough trails. We did a few more camping trips up there with him but didn't climb Tomyhoi in order to save him from the steep eroded climb from the tarns and the 3rd class rock moves in the middle. By this point, the Keep Kool trail had been retired, so he had to do a little steep shot getting to/from the official trail to/from the tarns. But the new trail was so much prettier and easier than the old. By this point, we carried his food and sleeping pad for him. Lucky dog. He loved the trips.
I got him up to the top of the Butte for a dayhike one last time perhaps a month before he died at the end of the 2004 summer. He was still going strong. I was a little worried that the steep bit going to the top would hork his back, but he was fine the next morning - the usual time when back pain would present after the wrong sort of hike. He died in late August due to picking up Leptospirosis - likely in the little mud pond below the Red/Lundin saddle; one of five dogs to contract and die from Lepto in King County that month, the first dogs to die of Lepto in the county for some time (according the to the state epidemiologist who called me to quiz me on where Max might have contracted the bug, a strain by the way which was not covered by the Lepto vaccines at that point, but which has since been added). I guess you gotta go somehow.
Here's a shot of Max at the start of that last summer, not from Yellow Aster Butte:
smelling-on-Iron
For various reasons, we stopped going to YAB after that.
This year, I decided something was missing. It was time to go back.
I got Yanna and Paul psyched to head up there for a fall outing. We would target the first clear weekend when we all had no conflict.
We thought about going to Ingalls Lake for the larch show, but decided we wanted to go to a place where we could melt into a corner - where even if there was a bit of a crowd, we could have our own piece of solitude.
YAB-camp
As with all the other reports from last weekend, it was cold. It reminded me of Yanna's and my yearly Columbus Day weekend backpacks into the presidential range of the Whites (NH) when we lived in MA. On the cusp of the winter/3-season bag decision. Time to think about the fact that water can freeze.
gazing-at-larrabee view-over-tarns last-sun-on-shuksan watching-sunset
But it is amazing how bright the milky way is in the cold clear air. Yanna, Paul and I sat and lay for a few hours after sunset on our sleeping pads, sleeping bags draped in our laps, sipping Lagavulin, watching the sky, Shuksan, Baker, and the other nearby peaks.
I slept great that night in my 3 season bag, with the mummy hood cinched tight and a few layers on top and bottom. We slept in until the sun kissed our tents - hitting us nearly an hour before warming all but one other party in the area .
I went to fetch water from the nearby tarn, which had been mostly clear of ice the afternoon before. I had to break through the ice. I first tried the heel of my boot. That hurt, and didn't even crack the ice. My alumimum pot cracked the ice slightly, but the pot took the worst of it with a nice new dent. A sharp rock did the trick to break through the 3/4" of ice that had formed overnight.
We had one of those lovely slow lounging mornings, finally shifting to a dayhike up Tomyhoi at noon. Why leave camp when the views are so big? Well, because it gets even better above! The views of the Pickets and other N. Cascades just open up more and more as you climb. Based on our turnaround time, Yanna and I stopped at the last high bench before the last rise to the summit, and Paul ran on to go nearly to the false summit. We all enjoyed views that ranged from the Fraser valley to the Strait, Sound, and Olympics, to Canadian Peaks, to Rainier.
starting-up-tomyhoi partway-up-tomyhoi just-below-tomyhoi descending-tomyhoi descending-tomyhoi-2
We got back to our camp by 4:30, pumped more water and snacked and packed, and were packing out by 5. A group that had come in that afternoon to set up camp at that first tarn beneath the Butte (why do most people stop there?) raised eyebrows and looked dramatically at their watches as we told them we were on our way back to the cars. We told them there was nothing to rush home for - we'd get back late but we'd enjoy the waning daylight up in the view zone. We got to the cars just on the edge of headlamp time - I finally put mine on to ensure that we didn't leave anything on the ground outside the car.
It was not the same without Max, but it was good to be back. I might have felt him pass by on one of the breezes...
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the Zachster Member
Joined: 17 Jan 2007 Posts: 4776 | TRs | Pics Location: dog training |
Very nice report. We all have special places with special memories attached to them and it's always nice to return. To remember, and also create new memories. Your pictures definitely convey "COLD" (especially "Watching sunset" all bundled up!). YAB was one of Zach's favorite places too (he was allowed to run free there).
PS. Max was a very cool dog. I know you'll miss him forever but you had such great times together!
"May I always be the kind of person my dog thinks I am"
"May I always be the kind of person my dog thinks I am"
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silence Member
Joined: 25 Apr 2005 Posts: 4420 | TRs | Pics
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 7:55 pm
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PHOTOS
FILMS
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb. – Bob Dylan
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joker seeker
Joined: 12 Aug 2006 Posts: 7953 | TRs | Pics Location: state of confusion |
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:05 pm
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I love the Morning Reflections and Frozen Abstracts shots. So you were the film crew with the film that's going to be screened at the Mountaineers who we hung with for a bit as we lounged on Sunday AM. Cool - we liked you guys!
We got to the car just before 7.
the Zachster wrote: | Max was a very cool dog. I know you'll miss him forever but you had such great times together! |
He was indeed. And we did have great times - we were lucky to have found each other.
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silence Member
Joined: 25 Apr 2005 Posts: 4420 | TRs | Pics
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:25 pm
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joker wrote: | I love the Morning Reflections and Frozen Abstracts shots. So you were the film crew with the film that's going to be screened at the Mountaineers who we hung with for a bit as we lounged on Sunday AM. Cool - we liked you guys! |
LOL ... not exactly a film crew ..
btw i love your tr and you got some great pix .. i was so jealous of your spot -- i saw it when we came in but wasn't sure there'd be a view of baker .. and yeah i know how it feels to lose your best pal .. it took me years to get over mine
and yeah .. i hope we see you there .. paul was pretty stoked about it
PHOTOS
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Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb. – Bob Dylan
PHOTOS
FILMS
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb. – Bob Dylan
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Layback Cascades Expatriate
Joined: 16 Mar 2007 Posts: 5712 | TRs | Pics Location: Back East |
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:30 pm
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Simple beautiful joker. Thanks for sharing.
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goats gone wild Mr. Goat
Joined: 19 Aug 2007 Posts: 2524 | TRs | Pics Location: Vampireville |
Glad you got to revisit such a beautiful place. Breaking through the ice for water, WoW, now that's cold!! [/quote]
.....leaving me wanting to return over and over in what ever capacity that may be, even if one day my knees are too old and I can only see the mountains from my porch.
Jason Hummel
.....leaving me wanting to return over and over in what ever capacity that may be, even if one day my knees are too old and I can only see the mountains from my porch.
Jason Hummel
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pimaCanyon Member
Joined: 13 Jul 2007 Posts: 1304 | TRs | Pics Location: at the bottom of the map |
brrrrr! beautiful scenery, great pix and beautiful story. That area is amazing and usually crowded. The mid-October temps cut down on the crowds a bit.
I have fond memories of YAB myself as it was there on a sunny April weekend in the early 80's that I joined a Mountaineer group for an overnight ski trip. On that trip I met lots of new ski partners, one of whom would become my closest backpacking partner for the following two decades.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood
It's never too late to have a happy childhood
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joker seeker
Joined: 12 Aug 2006 Posts: 7953 | TRs | Pics Location: state of confusion |
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Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:06 pm
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Thanks for the responses.
Yeah, it's definitely not the place to go for my dose of solitude (even in October), but it's indeed an amazing spot with easy access and wonderful rambling options, and plenty of nooks for those who want a private-ish corner for their tent.
The crowds dayhiking out as we packed in were quite fun - everyone had the biggest $#!+ eating grins on their faces as the traversed the lower alpine zone. The happy-place vibe was contagious.
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Scrooge Famous Grouse
Joined: 16 Dec 2001 Posts: 6966 | TRs | Pics Location: wishful thinking |
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Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:16 pm
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Joker, if we did a calendar based on trip reports, your "Yellow Aster Butte" might just make the cover. What a treat.
smelling-on-Iron YAB-camp
Something lost behind the ranges. Lost and waiting for you....... Go and find it. Go!
Something lost behind the ranges. Lost and waiting for you....... Go and find it. Go!
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