The hike to Stacker Butte in early spring is a favorite.
There’s a raw beauty to the Oak-Savannah country that I truly enjoy. It brings back many fond memories of growing up in North Central Washington.
But, in mid-December as I emerged into the exposed, open areas, the very cold and miserable wind gusts began beating me around. I turned back after about one mile, promising myself I would return in March when the wild flowers are in bloom.
It took my face about an hour to defrost in the car. I guess I just don’t have the tolerance to harsh weather like I used to.