After the waterfall we were hot and sweaty, but there was still time for one more short hike. We found one that was barely 2 miles out and back, and because we had about two hours to kill, it seemed fine. After all, at CDB’s pace, we’d need both hours…
We were going to do the Staircase Rapids hike, which promised a little loop and some pretty water. Louboutini, the Ginger, and I wanted to do something a bit more challenging, but CDB’s incessant whining prevailed. The hike was quite simple, but very pretty, mostly because of what lay under the bridge (cue RHCP song).
We made our way down to the water, which was easier said than done. Being me, I took the most direct, if not the harder way, down, scrambling over trees, straight down the side of the mountain. But the water below was cold, and green, and worth it.
There was a big beaver dam from the driftwood, and of course, I wanted to climb it. It was a success, but there are no photos. It was not my most fashionable or graceful moment.
We spent a good hour cooling off, playing in the water, and relaxing before the mile walk back to the car. These rapids were lovely, the weekend was lovely, and I think it’s an absolute truth that hiking is good for your soul.
After making our way back to the car and dusting off a bit, we set out to drop the Ginger and CDB off at the airport. Overall, it had been a good weekend, though I think my next trip will end up being a long weekend with a group that is about the same fitness and ambition level.
As we drove off, I turned around and saw the remains of Lake Cushman out the window. No, sir, it truly does not get better than this.