[MrHoff]

Forget Mailbox Peak. Switch to Putrid Pete's Peak. The WTA will never "improve" that wretched trail.

[Hutch]

[Popcorn]

[beaudaddy]

Yes!!! So Good!!! Haha

[Chief Joseph]

[SouthernYokel]

I'm surprised the trail doesn't come with complimentary security...

[nordique]

Just what we need on our trails, citing owners of loose dogs, and raising revenue for trail maintenance!

[nordique]

You can follow his Flickr site here, like me: https://www.flickr.com/photos/11425550@N02/ It's his TR's that are priceless! Just be sure you don't have a mouthful when reading them! Now, if only he produced more TR's! As he ages, it seems that the gaps between TR's lengthens....

[Damian]

[MultiUser]

[Hiking_Husky]

Come, gather round my hiking friends and let me tell you a tale…a tale of wonder, amazement, and an accomplishment so rare it was like witnessing a leprechaun riding a unicorn over a rainbow to check on his pot of gold. The time I hiked Mailbox Peak in complete solitude in prime weather! It was a Tuesday almost a year ago (before trail friendly was christened). I was training for Rainier, and part of my conditioning were midweek hikes up Mailbox after work. Generally I’d encounter 10-15 other hardy souls out there for an evening stroll, but on this day I arrived around 6pm to an empty parking lot. It was a warm day by Seattle standards (mid-80s in the city), but the sky was blue, the sun was out, and I had ice cold water and a can of Fremont Interurban IPA in my pack (for a summit celebration). As I set out, the silence was deafening…I didn’t even hear the dull roar of I-90! Upon reaching the steep section, my pace slowed, but I was determined to not stop until I hit the summit. Once in a while, I would look over my shoulder, or look back at each of the few switchbacks on the old trail to see if anyone was approaching. None ever did. I arrived at the summit 1.5hrs after leaving the car having not seen another soul…I used the 360-degree view up there to check for signs of the apocalypse. None were found. I sat on the summit like a king; sipping my IPA, eating my Reese’s Pieces (an odd mix), and relishing a beautiful sunset. After about 15min on the summit I started my hike down. In retrospect, I should have enjoyed the unique experience longer, but I usually did like to get through the higher section with some light left. I will definitely meet someone coming up, right? Maybe someone keen on night photography, or someone who just wanted to avoid the heat of the evening? Nope! I arrived at the car 2hr and 55min after beginning my trek (still my fastest car-to-car time on Mailbox), and smiled to myself. “Did I really do Mailbox without seeing anyone?” I pinched myself; I was not dreaming. “I may never experience again.” Thus far the words have rung true. I have hiked it since in the rain, the snow, the wind, and have always encountered others, but I will always have memories of that hot day in June of 2014 where Mailbox was all mine Sorry for the novel y’all, but it was a story that needed to be told!

[greatoutdoors]

[nordique]

And many of us still miss The Angry Hiker--and wonder where he is now: disparaging new golf courses? Bob made Trail Talk SO popular!

[SwitchbackFisher]

[moonspots]