Date: April 28-29, 2018.
Partners: Deez and Harold B. Otter aka Harry Otter (silly story for another time).
Objective: Do it.
Stats: 1.7 miles one way from Grandjean trailhead to Baron Creek. 3.4 miles round trip with minimal gain. Strava - Hike in. Hike out.
Gear notes: Testing new pack - Black Diamond Speed 40.
Every spring we like to head out for an easy overnight hike. Two and a half hours from our driveway we were at the trailhead and headed into Baron Creek.
|Otter in tow.|
The otter is a silly story that I won't bore you with... We passed another couple that warned us of all the ticks. "I had like seventeen on me" was the statement, I believe. The trail was in pretty good shape, other than one short section that ran right though the middle of a large downed tree.
|Deez on the trail.|
We had a pretty good weather forecast, but we were expecting showers sometime overnight and into the next afternoon.
We had mild temps, scattered clouds an occasional breeze. Really quite pleasant.
|View in camp.|
It doesn't take long to get to our normal camp site, so we roll kinda lux. Beers, fresh sandwiches, camp chairs and what not.
We were hanging around camp, playing a few games of Uno when we noticed a really odd sound coming from the forest. It was really low-pitched and had the rhythm of a basketball being dropped. Or a tennis ball bouncing on a Bongo drum but on a much lower register. Its hard to explain, but trust me, it was weird!
I could't place it and I really don't think I've heard/noticed it before until recently. The mystery sound continued though the night and into the next morning. I was sure this wan't some kind of new phenomenon and that there had to be a perfectly logical explanation. Any guesses? Stay tuned for the answer.
|Harry otter not drink so much.|
Fireside music, Uno, drinks and chit-chat until the sun went down. Maybe a half dozen mosquito's buzzed the tower. The rain came in sometime overnight and switched to a wet, sloppy rain-snow mix just before sunrise. Fortunately it had stopped around 9 and we were able to pack up in mostly dry conditions. There were just a few sprinkles on the hike out.
Back at home, I went to the Google machine to try to figure out what the heck that strange noise was. Turns out it was a Ruffed Grouse drumming. And now we know.