There’s the Cascades, and then there’s the Old Cascades. Those weather worn non-descript “hills” west of the flashy snow capped peaks everyone knows about. The Old Cascades are filled with trails, small lakes and wildflowers, and lack the wilderness designation that bring the crowds. We went to explore in July hoping to catch a few wildflowers and find a quiet ridge with a view. We were successful, although the truck has a few new pinstripes from the brushy roads to prove it.
We hiked into a small lake with the inflatable kayak, watched the sun set cast the final light on the mountains, sat out and enjoyed the stars, and saw thousands of wildflowers. Camp was quiet both nights, except for a passing owl. Just a nice weekend in the woods.
Where will be go next? You may be surprised.
