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Glen Alps to Glen Alps
by Kathy Burke, Scree 10/90
At the early hour of 7:00 am on Saturday morning, one leader and a bunch of perverts left Glen Alps. Some of us suffered no cartoon withdrawal due to last minute VCR programming. We hustled up the first huffer-puffer in the shadow of O'Malley Peak and had breakfast on the ridge, where we were entertained by ground squirrels running amuck.
We crossed the "ballpark" and found Deep Lake still covered with ice. The scree slope up to O'Malley was inviting, but that'll have to wait for another day. There was no snow on the scree slope down to Black Lake, thank goodness. After skirting around a ptarmigan nesting area, we sunned and stuffed our faces by the lake.
Gulls screamed and dive-bombed us as we passed through the lower Williwaw Lakes. We passed the upper Williwaw Lake (Neil had it marked on his map as Walrus Lake) and did the last uphill to our lunch spot on a knob on top of the ridge between "Walrus Lake" and Long Lake. Lunch was a highlight with views of lakes, mountains, long ridges and valleys. There was even discussion on such great literary stories as "The Mucusless Diet" and "Slugs, How to Eat Them."
Now that we'd hiked ourselves into the middle of the boonies, all that was left was to turn around and hike ourselves back out. We passed back through the Williwaw Lakes and followed the Middle Fork down the valley. Rounding the foot of O'Malley ridge we scared up a couple of chocolate brown moose. Across the boardwalk and over the bridge and everyone was still smiling when we reached the cars. I chose to ignore the remarks that this was not a real Kathy Burke hike, as no one had to dig out their rain gear and slosh through mud. Give me a break guys, there are still other hikes to come!
The gang that showed up with the eleventh essential - a good sense of humor: Carol Hoblitzel, Linda White, Margaret Stock, Neil O'Donnell, Marty Bassett, Ruth Wood, Karen and Jerry Forsythe, Judy Schwaiger and I have the feeling I've forgotten somebody.
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