Exploring the Nason Creek Trail

Last year, one of the Rangers passed away from a rare form of cancer.  A bench had been built in his honor so we walked along the trail to find it.

Bright yellow tree fungus

It was a little drizzely so we had our rain gear on.

"Bruce's Bench" over looking the confluence of the Wenatchee River and
Nason Creek

Hard to see the detail but this tree appeared to be a fir that had been
chewed down by a beaver. Surprising since I didn't think beavers
were fond of fir trees.

This was a much LARGER tree that the beavers had attempted some
time ago.

More Fungus with bright colors.

Wenatchee River view along the trail.

The trail passes by Group Camp where a private high school from
Skagit County was spending the weekend.

Sonny is headed for the amphitheater stage. There was only one
event there this year during our stay.  The Eclectic Cloggers from
Seattle put on a show one Saturday evening.  Budget cuts
eliminated the position in charge of scheduling Saturday night talks.

We've seen a few mushrooms, but not as many as last year when September
had several rainy days.

The ghost town of Trinity is 25 miles up into the mountains along the
Chiwawa River behind Dirty Face Peak. We had our work caught
up so we took a ride to see the sights.  

The road began as two lanes paved, then changed to 1.5 lanes of gravel
 and then a single lane.  We saw 4 deer.

Second year of bridge work.  It's an $8 M  project that 2 families, hunters
and campers can only use during the warmer months.

Headwaters of the Chewawa River

One of the 11 campsites along the road. We met the camp hosts
who travel this road every day to check the campsites, pick up litter
and garbage, clean the toilets.  Their position is a contract job
 so they are paid by Thousand Trails.

The Fall colors were beautiful even on a gray, overcast day.

Chewawa River

The barn that houses the power plant for the town.

One of the homes in the town of Trinity which once housed
300 people who were mining nickel in the 30s.

Mill pond with a paddle boat. Our friends, the caretakers, weren't home
so we only stayed a few minutes. Would liked to have learned more
about the town and its inhabitants. Such a different life to be so
isolated, especially in winter, when travel is only by
snowmobile and dog sled.

Back at the beach, the mist was heavy over the mountains.