|The Duckabush River|
CF and I went to the Duckabush River Trail; she had been there before many years ago and I had never been. The guide book directed us to the trail, except that it said that when you get to the horse area drive past to the trailhead. This is a lie. This is a lie written by lying liars who lie. Stop at the horse area and park there. We obeyed the guide book and continued past the parking area to the forest service roads beyond. After a mile (maybe less) I parked the car in a clearing on the right and we decided that it wasn't wise to continue with the car, but we could walk up the road and find the trailhead and that way we would know what we were dealing with for next time.
|The good part of the road.|
We walked about 2 miles on this road, when we encountered a Subaru that had passed us previously. After conferring with the driver it was agreed that there was no trail head where we were heading and the group of us were in the wrong area. It was comforting that others followed the book and blew past the trailhead, and it was slightly disturbing that they thought that we knew what we were doing. At that point we turned around and started walking back so we could check out the horse unloading area and see if we could pick up the trailhead there.
|View from the bridge where we ate lunch, because I was sure it was the only place where the serial killers weren't hiding.|
|View from the riverside.|
Now that I know where the trailhead is, I will return. Curiously, the hike features something called the Big Hump which we didn't get to. We will have to return to do that, but without the four mile detour.