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Hiking Mount Rainier’s Wonderland Trail

The 93-mile trail around Mount Rainier reveals the mountain’s many faces, and can exhilarate and exhaust hikers.

The News Tribune

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Wonderland Trail

Get information on hiking the trail at nps.gov/mora/ planyourvisit/the-wonderland-trail.htm

See Mount Rainier trail maps at: nps.gov/mora/planyour visit/trails-of-mount-rainier.htm

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For an hour we stared at Mount Rainier.

Four tired hikers at the end of a long day, settling in at Klapatche Park with our freeze-dried dinners, and watching nature’s version of television.

First, Mount Rainier spun a lenticular cloud and donned it like a hat. Then, slowly, the entire scene turned orange before the alpenglow faded to black.

The Wonderland Trail in Mount Rainier National Park takes a lot out of you. It’s roughly 93 miles with more ups and downs than 2½ trips to Rainier’s summit.

But the trail gives much more than it takes. There’s the postcard beauty of alpine lakes, lush meadows, thick forests and glaciers giving life to muddy rivers. The haunting serenade of bugling elk and the surprise of finding the way blocked by a black bear. The slowing of time, the separation from stress and the fulfillment of meeting the trail’s challenge.

Last summer, colleagues Matt Misterek and Drew Perine, Graham firefighter Thad Richardson and I spent eight days wandering Rainier’s Wonderland. It’s a trip about 820 people attempt each summer (by comparison, about 10,000 try to summit the mountain), most giving themselves 10-12 days while hiking clockwise from Longmire. We went counterclockwise from the White River Campground on the northeast side of the park and by the time we finished, having looked into the mountain’s many faces, we were somehow simultaneously exhausted and invigorated — another of the trail’s wonders.

DAY 1: COLD AS HAIL

White River to Granite Creek — 7.7 miles, 2,700 vertical feet

If Mount Rainier had a heart, its EKG printout would look like the elevation profile of the Wonderland Trail — ups, downs and hardly anything flat.

Of course, if the mountain had a heart, it wouldn’t have made its iconic trail so challenging.

I decided the best way to take on the Wonderland was to ease into it. So, we set out with packs weighing from 38-48 pounds and climbed upward through the trees from White River to Sunrise.

By the time we reached the foot of Skyscraper Mountain, we realized the first night was going to be colder than we expected. Contrasting the sunny forecasts we’d read, hikers told us they were pelted by hail the previous night.

So, instead of rushing back into the trees to our camp, we lingered on the ridge enjoying the sunshine as long as possible. By the time we descended to camp, pitched our tents and made dinner, it was so cold we were wearing nearly every stitch of clothing we packed.

By 8 p.m. we retreated to the warmth of our tents for 11 hours of sleep.

DAY 2: NICKNAMES AND MOUSE POOP

Granite Creek to Cataract Valley — 11 miles, 2,825 vertical feet

Maybe it’s a guy thing, but less than 24 hours into most backpacking trips everybody has a nickname.

By the time we left Granite Creek, the guys were calling me Scout Leader because I chastised them for taking almost an hour to break camp. Thad was dubbed Shorts Too Early In The Morning Guy for a wardrobe mistake made worse by having to wait around in the cold while Matt and Drew finished packing.

Matt’s nickname was unprintable and, for no good reason, I was calling our photographer Drewcifer.

Even though we rarely spend time together (Matt and Drew met Thad on the way to the mountain), it was evident we’d get along just fine. This probably isn’t the best approach for a challenging weeklong journey. It’s best to know and get along well with somebody before spending so much time depending on each other.

The hiking got more challenging on Day 2, but we were rewarded with a short break on the bank of Mystic Lake and a beautiful downhill stroll through Moraine Park.

Along the way we met a team of trail runners with packs smaller than those used by most schoolchildren. They were running the Wonderland in four days with a well-stocked support crew waiting for them at the trailheads.

We heard they ate like kings, had masseuses, and slept on big, comfy air mattresses. But we were hardly jealous that night when we arrived at Cataract Valley — “A sight for sore eyes,” Matt said — and found ourselves all alone.

Well, almost all alone.

In the 10 minutes we needed to take a picture, a band of thieving mice reminded us why you should never leave your food unattended unless it’s hanging from a bear pole.

Drew noticed a small hole in his GORP bag. He poured a handful of trail mix into his hand and showed it to me, pointing at one piece in particular.

“Does that look like a mouse turd?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said.

He flicked it away, then tossed the rest into his mouth.

DAY 3: BUG OFF

Cataract Valley to South Mowich River — 11 miles, 1,810 vertical feet

Drew didn’t die and by the next evening he was laughing at me for my own GORP faux pas.

We awoke early and traveled over Spray Park to Mowich Lake to meet my father-in-law, Ed Fox, for a resupply. The Spray Park route adds about 700 feet of climbing to the standard Wonderland route, but rewards hikers with an up-close view of the mountain and a sea of wildflowers. At an elevation of 6,400 feet, this route required crossing two snowfields, even in mid-September when we were hiking.

While we refueled at Mowich, Ed, who hiked the trail in 1992, confirmed our hardest stretch started the next morning.

An early start was in order, so I figured if we secured the South Mowich Camp’s log shelter we’d need almost no time to break camp the next morning.

However, the shelter wasn’t what we expected. “I envisioned a fourth wall,” Thad said.

Actually, it would’ve worked fine had it not been for the mosquitoes. I lathered up in bug repellent as we cooked dinner, but forgot to rewash my hands. It wasn’t until I grabbed a handful of GORP for dessert that I realized my mistake.

“Guys,” I said, “I can’t feel my lips.”

DAY 4: UNBEARABLE BERRIES

South Mowich River to Klapatche Park — 14.5 miles, 4,360 vertical feet

The fourth day might have been our most memorable.

Starting at first light allowed us to climb 2,000 vertical feet over 4.5 miles before breakfast. Atop this foothill, the trail flattened and rewarded us with a bounty of huckleberries. Our pace slowed dramatically as we feasted and hoped for a glimpse of a bear. It seemed every hiker we talked to on the trail saw bears here.

We were ready. Our plan for scaring away bears that got too close was to click our trekking poles together and crank up the volume on an ongoing debate: Which “Rocky” opponent would win in a fight, Ivan Drago or Clubber Lang?

It must have worked, because we didn’t see anything. Instead, we settled for gathering around ranger Paul Harrington on the porch of the Golden Lakes ranger station and listening to his stories about wildlife encounters.

By lunch we’d descended to the North Puyallup River, where a thunderous waterfall plunged under a bridge. We rested on the rocks above the falls, re-energizing for the final push to Klapatche Park.

It was at Klapatche Park where we watched the sunset paint Rainier orange, before giving way to the starry sky.

That night I got out of the tent to look at the stars for an hour, laying on a log. I counted four meteors. If it had been more comfortable, I’d have spent the night on that log.

DAY 5: THE IN-YOUR-FACE PACE

Klapatche Park to Pyramid Creek — 13.2 miles, 2,000 vertical feet

When you encounter a fellow Wonderland hiker — on the trail or off — one of the first questions inevitably is “How long are you taking?”

On Day 5 we met a couple attempting a 24-hour trip and college students taking the maximum 14 days.

Fast or slow, pace can be a point of trail snobbery. It takes hardly any effort to find messages online from slow hikers chastising trail runners for going too fast to appreciate the mountain’s beauty.

A Wonderland veteran even told me before we left we needed to add at least five days to our itinerary. As if it was just that easy for four people to carve two weeks out of their schedules.

Even still, it was hard to miss an undercurrent of “you guys could go faster if you packed better” when talking with some ultralight speedsters.

Shortly after crossing a swaying suspension bridge high above Tahoma Creek, we exchanged itineraries with the college kids and a woman in their group lit up.

“No way,” she said. “We just saw a guy who’s doing it in seven. He says only one in a million can do it in a week.”

We laughed. This simply isn’t true, we told her. In fact, if we finished by 11 a.m. on our final day all of us would be done inside a week.

This would become a running joke for us the rest of the trip. “Pick up the pace. You could be one in a million.”

By the time we sprawled out for naps at the Indian Henry’s Hunting Ground ranger station, we realized another benefit to hiking fast — the sooner you get to your destination, the sooner you can wash off the stink.

DAY 6: “CLUBBER LANG!”

Pyramid Creek to Maple Creek — 13.7 miles, 2,215 vertical feet

We finished the 3.5-mile trek to Longmire by 8:30 a.m., but arrived with mixed emotions.

My wife, kids and dog met us with warm pulled-pork sandwiches, cookies and fresh supplies for the final push. But Drew’s work schedule meant he was going home early.

Losing Drew was even more disappointing than the bad news I got while looking through the resupply bin. When I looked up, I noticed my wife, Kristen, was wearing her unmistakable “oops” expression.

It seemed somebody else (who will remain nameless because she also sent along the pulled pork sandwiches) accidentally removed all my food for the final leg.

Thad and Matt gave me some of their extras and I took Drew’s leftovers, but only the ones I was certain hadn’t been used as a mouse toilet.

After our goodbyes, we spent the rest of the day walking across the south face of the mountain. While this is one of the easiest and most visited stretches of the Wonderland, it was still memorable.

After hiking almost 70 miles in the wilderness without seeing a creature larger than a marmot, we finally saw a bear in the distance at Reflection Lakes. Minutes later, we saw a fox yawn and curl up for a nap.

But standing on Stevens Canyon Road (the Wonderland briefly uses the road’s shoulder) next to a group of day hikers, these encounters felt almost zoo-like.

DAY 7: CULINARY GENIUS

Maple Creek to Indian Bar — 9.8 miles, 3,330 vertical feet

Even after seven days on the mountain, Mount Rainier can still blow your mind.

Before noon, we’d made the long climb up the Cowlitz Divide and were greeted by the bugle calls of elk and the smell of smoke from a nearby forest fire. But as we descended to Indian Bar, the mountain once again dominated the horizon and we slowed, admiring its grandeur as if we’d just stepped off a plane from Florida.

We arrived at Indian Bar early and soaked our feet in the creek before relaxing in front of an old shelter.

Matt — who Drew dubbed a “trail culinary genius” for meals like pizza, hard boiled eggs and clams — had finally stooped to our level with a dinner of mashed potatoes and Pop Tarts.

As we ate, the joking reverted to an old subject.

“You know, if we get up early enough we could finish in less than a week,” one of us said. “We’d be one in a million.”

For some reason, we decided to try this.

DAY 8: ONE IN A MILLION?

Indian Bar to White River — 10.3 miles, 2,200 vertical feet

We woke up at 4:30 a.m. and almost immediately blew our halfhearted attempt to finish by 11.

Using headlamps to light the way we quickly ran into a damaged section of trail. We spent about 15 minutes fanned out in a dry creek bed trying to find our way. We were about to stop and wait for sunrise when Matt found the path.

It wouldn’t be our only delay. Below Panhandle Gap, the highest point on the trail, we stopped to enjoy the sunrise. On the north side of the gap we stopped for breakfast. And we paused once more at the always bustling Summerland camp.

At Summerland, even with its green meadows tempting us to linger, it was as if we could smell the finish line. Even hindered by a sore knee, Thad led a final 6.9-mile push that took about two hours even with one last stop to filter water.

Our low-key celebration in the White River parking lot consisted of high-fives and one last picture.

The entire circuit took 1 week, 25 minutes, 49 seconds. Hardly one-in-a-million pace, but definitely a one-in-a-million trip.

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