Our first weekend home was rather dark and soggy, but I had my heart set on hiking anyway. JK was busy with the Washington Alpine Club, so I cajoled Dani and Josie into driving east towards Blewett Pass in search of sun.
We found said sun, as always, in the Teanaway. We also found dry trails, balsamroot, paintbrush, trillium, glacier lilies, larkspur, and, most importantly, morels! Big, beautiful, fresh, amazing morels.
Since we had porcine peakbagger Jasper with us, we chose the treed, viewless summit of Teanaway Ridge instead of the panoramic bumps of Iron Bear and Jester. You see, Jasper is this close to having summited 300 different mountains, which would be impressive for most humans, and certainly for any canine.
He already had Iron Bear and Jester in the bag from an earlier trip, but Teanaway Ridge became his summit #294.
We probably could have tagged the other bumps as well, but, well, the mushroom-hunting slowed our pace to a crawl. We’ll do it next year – there’s no way I’m not returning to this trail. I loved it.
I’ve realized that my favorite trails are the ones with good memories attached to them. Noble Knob, Iron Peak, and Melakwa Lake aren’t the most scenic trails I’ve hiked, but they remain my favorites for sentimental reasons.
Whenever I think of this Teanaway Ridge, I’ll remember the feeling of reconnecting with good friends. Oh, and the morels. I’ll remember the morels.
I will definitely remember the resulting gluten-free morel and asparagus pizza which made up for all the pizzas I couldn’t have in Rome. Hells yeah!