Author: scoopricklund

  • Sign of the times: The 24-7 world of college football recruiting

    The first of two national signing days for high-school football players has come and gone, and once again we’re reminded of the importance of college football recruiting.

    Each year, it seems, college football coaches are under ever more scrutiny for their ability to recruit – or not. Jimmy Lake’s lackluster 2021 and 2022 recruiting classes – especially his failure to keep high-profile, in-state recruits home – is one of the reasons he was fired as coach at Washington. Contrast that to the highly-ranked classes maniacal recruiter Mario Cristibal put together at Oregon, and you know why the University of Miami was willing to back up the Brinks truck for the Hurricane alum to spread some of that recruiting magic around south Florida.

    A couple months ago, Georgia coach Kirby Smart said something very interesting in his postgame press conference after his Bulldogs had destroyed rival Florida.

    “If you don’t recruit, there’s no coach out there that can out-coach recruiting,” he said. “I don’t care who you are. The best coach to ever play the game better be a good recruiter because no coaching is going to out-coach players. Anybody will tell you that our defense is good because we have good players.

    The coach he had beaten, Dan Mullen, deflected a question about recruiting a couple days later in his Monday press conference.

    “We’re in the season now,” Mullen said to the reporter. “We’ll do recruiting after the season – when it gets to recruiting time we can talk about recruiting.”

    Wrong answer. Hate to inform of you of this, coach, but recruiting, one of the staples of any major college program, is now a year-round sport. It’s been said that Cristibal and his Oregon staff were more often on their phones and laptops during the season with recruits than they were on the field with their players. Florida fired Mullen a couple weeks after its game with Georgia – largely for subpar recruiting.

    Naysayers of recruiting will say it’s a crap shoot, an inexact science, and more about “developing players” than attracting plug-and-play stars. Lake said he took pride in taking “three-star” recruits and turning them into “five-star” talent. That may have been true in his position of expertise – the defensive backfield, which he groomed several players for the NFL – but that philosophy didn’t translate to the rest of the team.

    Let’s face it, superior talent often trumps coaching strategy. As they say, it’s more about the Jimmys and the Joes than the Xs and the Os.

    I didn’t get the significance of recruiting until the early 1980s, when I was a young sportswriter for The News-Review in Roseburg, Oregon. But a glimpse of a Sunday Sports cover of The Eugene Register-Guard got my attention.

    The paper in January 1982 ran a large photo of the most coveted high-school running back in the nation sitting in the stands at snow-blanketed Autzen Stadium. Kevin Willhite, who had rushed for a California prep-record 4,901 yards and 72 touchdowns for the Sacramento-area high school of Rancho Cordova, was on a recruiting visit to the University of Oregon. I had never seen anything like that before. And apparently, neither had the NCAA. The photo taken by a R-G photographer resulted in the U of O being slapped with a NCAA infraction (but that’s another story).

    Kevin Willhite was one of the most highly-recruited high-school football players in the country in 1982.

    The Register-Guard at the time was a pioneer in recruiting coverage. The paper’s sports reporters, and its sports editor at the time, Blaine Newnham, often wrote about prospective Duck recruits. Further south, the Long Beach (California) Press-Telegram was beginning to publish its popular “Best in the West” list of top high-school football and basketball players during the recruiting season.

    Before that photo of Willhite, I’m not sure I had given much thought how much time college football coaches spent time stocking their rosters. As a follower of University of Washington football in my youth, the only recruiting news I was aware of was that school boosters paid money to entice California high-school star Hugh McElhenny in the 1950s to enroll at UW. The story was the under-the-table dough was so good that when the Huskies’ All-American went to the NFL he actually took a paycut.

    National Signing Day before the 1980s was not a big deal. I’m guessing the signees for UW and WSU were listed on the “agate page.” For non-journalists, that’s the “small type” scores and results page usually reserved in the back of a Sports section. You don’t see full-blown “agate pages” anymore, but again that’s another story.

    Recruiting was becoming a bigger deal by the mid-80s, when I joined the Sports department at The Seattle Times. We started our own “blue chip, red chip and white chip” lists of the state’s top high-school football players. It was usually published in January, just before National Signing Day, always the first Wednesday in February. The “chips list” package was a big hit with our readers.

    Later in my career at The Times, when I was assistant sports editor, I was a big advocate of recruiting coverage. I remember lobbying my boss, sports editor Cathy Henkel, for a minimum of 6-8 pages to cover the news of Signing Day in February. I believe – and still do – that the process of identifying and evaluating high-school talent is fascinating. It’s not just the ability to pinpoint that talent, but to project what that talent could look like 3-4 years down the road, that interested me.

    Even so, in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t imagine where we are today. Recruiting fans gladly pay subscription fees to web sites that only disseminate recruiting news. And the insatiable appetite for recruiting coverage has gained steam over the past decade.

    With heightened interest in recruiting, there has come an uptick in recruiting resources at colleges.

    As recent as 2003, when Rick Neuheisel was coach at Washington, the Huskies’ recruiting staff consisted of assistant coach Chuck Heater and a secretary. And Heater was also the Huskies’ running backs coach, so he wasn’t even recruiting coordinator full-time.

    Today, Washington and other Pac-12 schools have anywhere between three and five full-time recruiting staff. It was no surprise that one of Kalen DeBoer’s first moves as head coach at Washington was to lure super recruiter Courtney Morgan from Michigan as UW’s recruiting coordinator.

    As much as the Pac-12 has beefed up its recruiting emphasis, however, it pales in comparison to the South. SEC schools, for example, each employ between 15-20 full-time recruiting staff. It’s no wonder schools like Alabama, Georgia and LSU are not only the biggest winners in the recruiting wars, but also regulars in the national college football playoffs.

    Smart is the coach of one of those recruiting-obsessed schools. As the head Bulldog, he says he spends 25 percent time of his coaching, 25 percent evaluating talent and 50 percent recruiting. That’s 75 percent of time spent on recruiting.

    Will there come a time when the head coach is only a coach in name only? Will he essentially be a pitchman, a full-time recruiter of talent?

    The pressure to win at big-time college football programs is immense. And it’s why the coaches with the biggest recruiting chops are in the most demand. Queue up Lincoln Riley, who will be paid $10 million annually to revive USC.

    Of course, when it comes to recruiting, there are no guarantees.

    Remember Kevin Willhite, the No. 1 running back who posed in the snow at Autzen? After verbally committing to Washington three weeks before Signing Day in ’82, he shocked the college football world by signing with Oregon.

    But the heavily-recruited Duck never fulfilled the promise that made him a Parade Magazine All-American in high school. He tore his hamstring during his senior high-school track season, and then suffered further injuries at Oregon.

    Willhite was eventually switched to fullback. In other words, he essentially ended his time in Eugene as a blocking back.

  • A PEEK INSIDE THE LAKE SHOW

    Former University of Washington Coach Jimmy Lake poses for a picture on an elevator ride at Husky Stadium just before the UCLA game on October 16.

    Vicki and I are personally witnessed the “ups and downs” of Jimmy lake’s brief tenure as the football coach at the University of Washington. We shared an elevator ride with him. You could say we saw this all coming down on several levels.

    You groan. It’s true, though. We did really ride the elevator with the embattled coach before the UCLA game on October 16. Only, he didn’t look like a coach in trouble. Far from it.

    We had just been to the “off leash” deck at Husky Stadium to share a beer. We were about to take the stairs down to the main concourse to go to our seat when an elevator door opened up. It was an elevator operator and a nattily-dressed man who looked a lot like Jimmy Lake. Turns out it was Jimmy Lake, and he motioned for us to join him.

    I exclaimed “It’s Coach Montlake!,” only then to think to myself, “uh, that was a really dumb thing to say.” We greeted each other and made small talk about the game. He said he’d been upstairs entertaining recruits, and was on his way down to the locker room. He did not look like a coach on the hot seat. He was gracious. He seemed jovial and care free. No “game face” here. I couldn’t have imagined a Don James or Chris Petersen looking this chill less than an hour before kickoff of an important conference game. When it was our turn to get off, we wished him luck. He said it was nice to meet us, and left us with a parting shot of “Go Dawgs!”

    The Dawgs would go on to lose the game to UCLA, 24-17. Less than a month later, Lake would be fired.

    After consecutive road victories over Arizona and Stanford to end the month of October, even the harshest of Lake’s critics believed the second-year coach would be given at least a third season. Then came the lack of “academic prowress” barbs aimed at Oregon leading up to the rivalry game, and finally the unsightly scene on the sidelines during the game in which Lake went after one of his players in an effort to separate him from an Oregon player who we learned later had spit in the UW player’s face.

    I didn’t want to see this happen. Even the athletic director who fired him didn’t want to see this happen.

    “No one wanted Jimmy to succeed more than I when I hired him in 2019,” said UW’s Jen Cohen in a prepared statement this past Sunday (November 14). “But ultimately, this change is necessary for a variety of reasons, both on the field and off.”

    Unfortunately – and it’s really hard to write this – the dismissal of Lake had to happen. Whatever he was doing wasn’t working.

    Jimmy Lake was a great position coach. He recruited and developed so many defensive backs for the NFL that UW has been dubbed “DBU.” The list includes Budda Baker, Kevin King, Byron Murphy, Taylor Rapp, Elijah Molden, Sydney Jones and Jordan Miller.

    It was a big step for Lake to go from defensive backs to coach to defensive coordinator, a job he shared for one season with Pete Kwiatkowski, who graciously agreed to accommodate Lake. Some would say the Huskies’ defense regressed a little under Lake.

    But it was an even greater leap to then go all the way to head coach. Jimmy Lake was no Chris Petersen. In Petersen’s seven seasons at Washington he never once disparaged an opponent leading up to the game, much less lose control during a game and strike one of his players. There’s a lot more to being a head coach than many people probably realize. Having a sense of social awareness and dealing with the media are just a few.

    For me, Lake’s message didn’t line up with the results, or even reality.

    When he took the microphone at halftime of a UW basketball game in January 2020 shortly after being named coach and said UW “will continue to dominate the West Coast in football,” that statement just wasn’t true. Oregon two months earlier had beaten Washington for the second time in four seasons – and the 14th time in 16 seasons – and had just won the Rose Bowl. Washington is the last Pac-12 team to go to college football’s final four playoffs, but it hasn’t dominated West Coast football since James was coach.

    Entering the 2021 season, Lake said the team’s strength was its offensive line, which he claimed was not only the best in the Pac-12, but one of the best in the country. Instead, in the season opener, the O-line got pushed around by FCS school Montana. UW’s rushing offense ranks 10th in the conference, just one of the reasons for its disappointing 4-6 record.

    When Lake said Oregon is not a recruiting rival because UW went head-to-head with schools with more “academic prowress” like Stanford, Notre Dame and USC, that also wasn’t true. Oregon over the summer “flipped” two previous UW commits – defensive linemen Sir Mells of Las Vegas and Ben Roberts of Salt Lake City – in the Class of 2022. The two schools go after a lot of the same players, and lately, Oregon has gotten the majority of them.

    What happened to this rising star of a coach? A source close to the program said at one point “Jimmy stopped being Jimmy. He became cocky, arrogant and stubborn.” He had a mentor in Petersen. The former UW coach meets weekly with coaches at the school. But it’s been said Lake, perhaps wanting to escape the shadow of his former boss, didn’t talk to him after being named head coach. Lake’s hiring of offensive coordinator John Donovan in 2020 was widely panned as a reach from the start. Lake has shown his stubbornness by continuing to defend Donovan while the offense struggled. Donovan was finally let go after the Oregon game, perhaps at Cohen’s insistence.

    For all of Lake’s failures, it’s the face plant in recruiting that to me is the most puzzling. When Petersen stepped down in 2019, many thought UW recruiting would actually get a boost from the effervescent Lake. Under the Petersen regime, UW recruiting classes were consistently in the top 15 nationally and first or second in the Pac-12. Still, there was a sense UW could do even better. But in the latest 247sports.com rankings for the 2022 class, Washington’s ranks a lowly 53rd nationally. By contrast, Oregon’s class is ranked No. 9 in the nation. Either recruits aren’t buying the message Lake is delivering, or Lake and his staff aren’t doing the hard work on the recruiting trail that is necessary to build a championship contender.

    My hunch is Lake and his staff haven’t made recruiting a top priority. Lake at times has minimized recruiting, saying UW prides itself on “developing talent.” Mario Cristobal and his staff at Oregon, on the other hand, are relentless recruiters. Most coaches would rather draw Xs and Os and teach football. Recruiting requires an almost 24-7 mentality. It never stops. Ask Petersen, who in his final years at UW grew weary of the recruiting grind. But he did it.

    If you want to be a national championship contender, you better keep the top local talent home. Washington in its first year under Lake had a golden opportunity to harvest one of the richest bumper crops of high-school talent in state history.

    But several of the biggest names went elsewhere. The most notable in-state senior defectors – five-star defensive lineman J.T. Tuimoloau of Eastside Catholic and five-star wide receiver Emeka Egbuka of Steilacoom – went to Ohio State.

    247Sports.com state rankings: Class of 2021

    RankPlayerPositionHigh School (City)College
    1. J.T. TuimolauDLEastside Catholic (Sammamish)Ohio State
    2.Emeka EgbukaWRSteilacoomOhio State
    3.Sam HuardQBKennedy Catholic (Burien)Washington
    4.Owen PrenticeOLO’Dea (Seattle)Washington
    5.Julien SimonLBLincoln (Tacoma)USC
    6.Clay MillenQBMount Si (Snoqualmie)Nevada
    7.Junior AlexanderWRKennedy Catholic (Burien)Arizona State
    8.Jabez TinaeWRKennedy Catholic (Burien)Washington
    9.Jacob SchusterDLTumwater (Olympia)Minnesota
    10.Josh McCarronEdgeArchbishop Murphy (Everett)Virginia Tech
    11.Will Latu*AthBethel (Spanaway)Washington
    * Left team during fall camp

    The class of 2022 looks even less promising for Washington. The prize of the in-state crop – five-star offensive lineman Josh Conerly, Jr. of Rainier Beach High – is expected to sign with Michigan.

    247Sports.com state rankings: Class of 2022

    RankPlayerPositionHigh School (City)College (verbal)
    1.Josh Conerly, Jr.OLRainier Beach (Seattle)Uncommitted
    2.Tobias MerriweatherWRUnion (Camas)Notre Dame
    3.Ryan OttonTETumwater (Olympia)Washington
    4.Tristan DunnSSumnerArizona State
    5.Dishawn MisaLBEastside Catholic (Sammamish)Boise State
    6.Dave IuliOLPuyallupOregon
    7.Malik AgboOTTodd Beamer (Federal Way)LSU
    8.Vega IoaneOLGraham-Kapowsin (Graham)Washington
    9.Jack VellingTESeattle PrepOregon State
    10.Mark NabouOLO’Dea (Seattle)Uncommitted
    11.Hudson CedarlandLBGig HarborWashington State
    12.Luke VincicOTBothellOregon State
    13.Djouvensky SchlenbakerRBSqualicum (Bellingham)Washington State
    14.Austin TerryTETumwater (Olympia)Boise State
    15.Andrew SavaiinaeaDLGraham-Kapowsin (Graham)Oregon

    That just isn’t going to cut it at Washington. The word during the season was Cohen “was furious” with the football team’s struggles. Lake’s missteps leading up to the Oregon game and the sideline incident left her little choice but to bring an end to the Lake Show.

    I really wish the man we shared the elevator with could have enjoyed a long ride as Washington’s football coach. The pitfalls he encountered – like choosing to take easy elevator rides – I wish he would have taken the steps to avoid them.

  • ON THIS CHURCH FOUNDATION I BUILT MY LIFE

    The congregation of Bethany Covenant Church in 1951 in Mount Vernon, Washington poses for a group photo in front of the old church on Evergreen Street. My grandfather built this church. My dad grew up here. My mom began attending here while she was in high school. They were married in this church. Each of my parents and grandparents are in this photo. My earliest memories in life were spent here as well in a soundproof room –in the arms of my mom – behind the sanctuary known as “the cry room.” I would attend here until I went away to college in September of 1973, only to come back nearly 17 years later with my young family to the new church building on 18th Street just east of town.

    Bethany Covenant Church of Mount Vernon recently turned 100. As a nearly-lifelong attender of BCC I was on the committee that planned the centennial celebration October 23-24. I guess that makes me an old guy.

    John Erik Lund was a Swedish immigrant and charter member of Bethany Covenant Church.

    We began meeting in April, and one of the things I wanted to do was profile in a video two or three people in the church for each of the 10 decades on consecutive Sundays leading up to the 100th anniversary. Decade No. 1 (1921-1931) highlighted two charter members: John Lund, my grandfather, and Nels Elde, my great grandfather. Also among the 16 charter members was my grandpa’s first wife, Olga. They were joined by my grandpa’s brother, Axel Lund, and his wife, Emily. All four were Swedish immigrants. Olga passed away just one year after our church was formed. In 1923 my grandpa married Elizabeth Elde – known to most as “Lizzie” – who was Nels and Christina’s daughter.

    I have such fond memories of my grandparents. Grandpa was a storyteller, had a playful sense of humor, had a nickname for just about everyone – mine was “Rickochet,” my brother “Johnny Cake” – and was a faithful follower of Jesus Christ. All the old-timers at Bethany have a story about my grandpa. He’s one of those special people everyone gravitated to. I was only 12 when he passed away. But I can say without hesitation he’s one of the more influential people in my life. My Grandma Lizzie was also faithful, was liked by everyone, had the gift of hospitality and was leader among the women at Bethany. When our oldest daughter, Krista, was born, we gave her the middle name “Elizabeth” in honor of my grandmother.

    My parents with my grandparents, John and Lizzie Lund, in a photo taken on March 24, 1963. The occasion was be my grandparents’ 40th wedding anniversary,
    held at my parents’ home on the Beaver Marsh Road west of Mount Vernon.

    Here’s the link to the decade video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeFSRCO2eac

    When Bethany turned 50 and 75, the church had compiled historical timelines as a part of commemorative anniversary booklets. As we drew closer to the 100th anniversary, it was apparent no one had updated the timeline since the 75th, in 1996. I was able to do that, with help from former and current staff. Previous timelines were text only. Being a visual journalist, I envisioned a timeline illustrated with photos and graphics. Here’s the first three pages of the 12-page booklet.

    A running timeline bar graphic, one for each 10 years, accompanied each page, calling out the more significant events.
    A “did you know?” box for each page and a map graphic on
    BCC’s “branch Sunday Schools” back in the day.

    Bethany Covenant had its own live, weekly radio show on KRBC of Mount Vernon. On Saturday night, October 23, we re-inacted what that old-time radio show that began in 1947 would have looked like. The DJ for in this case, “KBCC,” was Bethany’s own Don Wick, who for many years was the voice of KBRC. The emcee for the evening was Steve Elde, my second cousin and one who also grew up in the church.

    Steve Elde, far right, interviews three of BCC’s former pastors who are still living, From left, Dwight Nelson, Gary Peterson and Kent Egging. Gary was my pastor when I was in junior high and high school. If not for Gary, I probably wouldn’t have gone to North Park University, where I met Vicki. I had already been accepted to Seattle Pacific College and was definitely headed there when Gary coaxed me to attend the Chicago school. In the background is Don Wick in the KBRC “radio broadcast booth.”

    Recently-retired Covenant pastor Don Robinson, who began attending BCC in high school, was the evening’s keynote speaker. The theme for his sermon was “Looking Unto Jesus.” Longtime Bethany Covenanters will also remember those words were mounted on the wall behind the choir loft. These words from the Apostle Paul call us to look back at where we have come from, where we are, and a look ahead to where we are going.

    Don’s prefaced his remarks with a story from 1975, a seminal moment in both of our lives. But first, some background.

    Don and I were college students at Western Washington University and considering a call to the ministry. Carl Main was Bethany’s pastor at the time. He invested a considerable amount of time in us. Carl was a kind, unassuming man. He met with us on Friday afternoons to go over the order of the Sunday morning service, and gave us opportunities to participate in those worship services. That usually meant giving announcements, or reading scripture. Each of us also were given opportunities to deliver a message for a Sunday evening service. Don was a year away from beginning studies at North Park Theological Seminary. I would return to North Park College for my senior year the following year as well, but unsure what I was going to do with the rest of my life.

    Back to Don’s intro to his sermon. Don and I were in charge of that Sunday evening service in 1975. If memory serves me right, Don also was the “keynote speaker” that evening. We ended the service with a silly rendition of the song “Royal Telephone” that was choreographed by Steve Elde. The lyrics went like this:

    Telephone to glory, oh what a joy divine!
    I can feel the current moving on the line.
    ‘Made by God the Father for His very own,
    You may talk to Jesus on this royal telephone.

    As Don correctly stated, as soon as we finished the song, Willard Hansen rose from his pew, came up to the front and proclaimed: “Boys, we’re on holy ground here!” At that moment, Don and I feared the worst, thinking we were actually “on shaky ground.” Willard, probably in his 50s at the time, was a longtime leader in the church. He was a good man with firm convictions. But he was also a man who wouldn’t put up with any nonsense. He often said what was on his mind.

    Willard and Clara Hansen.

    What happened next would be a defining moment in each of our lives. Instead of admonishing us, Willard asked for several in the church to come forward, lay hands on us, and pray a prayer of blessing. Don would go on to become an effective pastor and associate superintendent of the Pacific Northwest Conference of Covenant churches. I was probably more infatuated with the idea of being a pastor than of being a pastor. In the end, I didn’t sense God was leading me into ministry, and rightly so. Instead, I pursued a career in journalism.

    For many years I felt like Don “passed the test” on that struggle with the call to ministry, and I didn’t. But as Don reflected on that Sunday evening so very long ago at our church’s 100th anniversary, I looked back on that experience through a new lens. I was also the beneficiary of a prayer of blessing.
    I was dating Vicki long-distance at that time. I was hopeful but not completely confident things were going to work out. Less than two years later, we were married. Truth be told, I am blessed beyond measure. We have three grown, beautiful daughters, three wonderful sons-in-law and seven grandchildren. I just retired from a satisfying career in journalism that led me to experiences and achievements I never dreamed possible. I am blessed with good friends, and continue to serve and be blessed at the same church that in large part shaped my life.

    Blessed indeed.

  • Mount Pilchuck is a peak set apart

    Mount Pilchuck’s lookout shelter offers stunning views of the Central Cascades and the Puget Sound (State Parks photo)

    September is a great month for a day hike. I shared my hike to Mount Pilchuck’s historical, restored fire lookout in a story in Sunday’s Seattle Times.

    The mountain also has some historical significance for me. I’m old enough to remember seeing the lights from the old ski area at the top of the mountain while driving down I-5 in the early 70s.

    https://www.seattletimes.com/life/outdoors/reach-mount-pilchucks-historic-lookout-for-a-view-of-the-cascades-from-a-peak-set-apart/https://www.seattletimes.com/life/outdoors/reach-mount-pilchucks-historic-lookout-for-a-view-of-the-cascades-from-a-peak-set-apart/

  • THE HILLS ARE ALIVE …. WITH HISTORY

    Peering out from inside the “east twin tunnel” to where the old railroad grade has been reclaimed by the forest.

    This was a story that was decades in the making. As a young boy, I remember riding in the car over Stevens Pass and my dad pointing out, “you see those collapsed snowsheds over there? An avalanche of snow wiped out a passenger train, and many people lost their lives.”

    Got some layout love from my former Seattle Times colleague, Stephanie Hays. She’s very talented.

    So when Seattle Times Features Editor Stefanie Loh pitched a story idea to me about “hiking for history buffs” I knew exactly where I wanted to go – the “Iron Goat Trail” that follows the ill-fated Great Northern Railway route built in the late 1800s. I never made it to the actual spot where the 1910 “Wellington Avalanche” took out an awaiting passenger train named the “Spokane Express.” But I was in the vicinity, imagining what life was like when trains rumbled across the side of Windy Mountain on their way to the West.

    For the second “history hike,” I chose to travel to the ghost town of Monte Cristo. In its heyday, in the late 1890s, this old mining town pumped out millions of dollars of silver ore.

    The story jumped to a centerspread, or what we call in the journalism business, a double truck.

    The story was published August 1 on the cover of the Mix section of the Sunday Times.

    Many thanks to my hiking companions: Jeff Whidden, who accompanied this old goat to the Iron Goat Trail; and Bill Cheney, my partner on the trail to Monte Cristo. Together, we experienced the full Monte. As much as I enjoyed these walks through history, it was the conversations along the trail I treasured most.

    I would be remiss if I didn’t include a link to the story in The Times. If you hit the paywall, and are unable to subscribe (which I highly recommend), here’s the story below with additional photos The Times didn’t have room for or deemed unworthy.https://www.seattletimes.com/life/outdoors/history-in-the-hills-2-classic-pacific-northwest-hikes-for-history-buffs/

    The old railroad grade leading out of this tunnel has been reclaimed by the forest.

    By Rick Lund
    Special to The Seattle Times

        There’s history in them thar hills.

        Hiking in the Pacific Northwest, it’s easy to focus on the majestic waterfalls, rugged peaks, deep valleys and Alpine meadows and lakes. What can be easily overlooked are hidden relics of the past.

         Here, we take a step back in time and imagine what life was like in the Cascades more than a century ago, and marvel at the herculean efforts that were required to cut through mountains of granite, whether it was for a rail route to the West or a way to unearth gold and silver.

         For old times sake, here’s two classic hikes for history buffs:

    Iron Goat Trail

          Talk about a leisurely stroll through history. There’s so much to like about this trail, it’s hard to know where to begin.

          But let’s start with this: It’s easy. This is a great trail for hikers of all ages, from kids to retired folks. Yes, even an old goat can navigate the Iron Goat.

    The old railroad grade in many places was blasted out through rock. In its place is a wide, easy-to-navigate gravel trail, including boardwalks over marshy areas. It’s easy to cruise here, as Jeff Whidden in this photo finds out.

          The grade is gentle because it follows the old Great Northern railroad grade that was built over the Cascades in the late 1890s. The temptation is to put yourself in overdrive and cruise this wide, gravel trail at a fast clip. But that would be a serious mistake.

    Signs along the trail with numbers signify the number of miles to St. Paul, Minnesota, where the railroad originated.
    Flattened wooden snow sheds are all over the Iron Goat Trail.

           Take your time reading the interpretive signs along the 6-mile loop that tell of the history of a rail route that’s been abandoned for nearly 100 years. The signs along the trail with numbers are the miles to St. Paul, Minnesota, where the railroad originated.  You pass old tunnels and snowsheds in various stages of collapse. Once engineering marvels, they have been reduced to ghosts of the past as they slowly succumb to the forest.

            The place reeks of history. You can smell it in the air. Peering into a tunnel I could almost imagine the whistle of an oncoming train rumbling along the railroad grade that is now engulfed by ferns, trees and boulders. Then I actually hear a train whistle, only to realize it’s coming from Highway 2 below as a train enters the current tunnel near Scenic. It’s an eerie feeling.       

            We started our hike at the Martin Creek trailhead just east of Skykomish, choosing to do the loop counter-clockwise beginning with the lower trail. Fairly early on, the trail passes the famed “twin tunnels.” Sandwiched between the two concrete behemoths is what’s left of a wooden show shed made of large timbers, some of which were up to 30 feet long. Remnants of the old timber snowsheds are plentiful along the loop, most of them totally flattened over time by avalanches and blowdowns.

            At one point you’re hit by a continual blast of cold air coming from a wall of rock. The kiosk nearby describes this as an “adit,” a short tunnel that was used to gain access to the center of one of the twin tunnels during construction. Once the tunnel was in use, the adit served as a ventilation shaft. On this warm day, the cold air was refreshing. I could have spent hours sitting here during our heat wave in late June.

    A wooden bridge crosses a creek along the lower section of the Iron Goat Trail.

            One can’t help but note the dates “1914” stamped into the concrete of the tunnel portals. These concrete tunnels were not a part of the original track, which at the time of its construction was considered the model transcontinental railroad route in America.

    This concrete tunnel was built in 1914, four years after the Wellington avalanche disaster.

          Of course, this well-intentioned route to reach the enormous quantities of timber, minerals and agricultural lands west of the Cascades in the Pacific Northwest — when there was neither road nor railroad access — had a short lifespan. The old rail route was no match for winter weather in the Cascades. Trains were constantly delayed by sliding snow in the winter, known today as “Cascade Concrete.” In the summer, falling boulders onto the track also caused delays.

          And then on March 1, 1910, the unthinkable happened. As two trains were waiting out a late-winter storm on the tracks at Wellington, a wall of snow 14 feet high swept down Windy Mountain and slammed into the trains, hurtling them 150 feet down into the Tye River gorge.

    The concrete wall stands as a silent reminder of the fearsome conditions that finally drove the Great Northern Railway off Windy Mountain. This “combination snow shed” featured a concrete wall on one side, covered by a timber roof. On the other side, the snow shed rested on large concrete footings.

          The “Wellington Avalanche” claimed 96 passengers and crew, one of the deadliest rail disasters in U.S. history. By 1929 trains were diverted to the newly-built 7.8-mile tunnel at a lower elevation under Stevens Pass between Scenic and Berne that is still in use today.

          The majority of the massive concrete tunnels and concrete-sided snow sheds were built after the 1910 avalanche to avert a similar tragedy.  These “combination snow sheds” were built of concrete on the mountain side of the track and covered by a timber roof. The most impressive concrete-enforced snowshed can be seen on the east end of the lower loop, stretching for more than one-third of a mile. The amount of concrete used for the project, likely hauled by steam donkey in that era, is mind boggling.

          Just before the 3-mile mark, a paved turn to the right leads to Scenic and an alternative trailhead by the red caboose. ­It should be noted that by starting at Scenic at Highway 2 and doing the 6-mile loop clockwise, the elevation gains along the railroad grade are more gradual, and you lose 700 feet of elevation on the crossover trail back to your vehicle.

    Jeff Whidden stands in awe of this concrete wall to a former snow shed that stretches for more than a third of a mile.
    One of the “twin tunnels” along the lower trail. The tunnels were separated by a wooden show shed, which you can see here has deteriorated. The gap was left between to allow for men and equipment to work if the single-track tunnel were ever widened to a double-track.
    It’s been many years since trains rumbled through these tunnel portals.

          We pressed on ahead, climbing the Windy Point crossover trail to the upper trail, which requires a climb of 700 feet to reach the upper switchback of the old railway. A left turn at this intersection takes you back to the Martin Creek trailhead. By turning right, it’s 3 miles to the Wellington trailhead and by the 1910 avalanche site, adding about 6 miles to your round trip.

    A primitive timber spillway leads to a reservoir that was used for fire protection for the Great Northern Railway.

          We took the signs for Wellington, stopping for lunch a quarter of a mile down the trail at the Windy Pt. overlook. But after scrambling around a couple tree blowdowns on the trail, we came upon a section of the trail taken out by an avalanche that was too expansive to get around. Disappointed, we turned around and headed back to the Martin Creek trailhead.

          The upper trail isn’t as wide and well-maintained as the lower trail. But it’s still beautiful. A short side trail up a set of stairs takes you to the “Spillway Spur” and where an old reservoir was. It’s worth taking, though the trail is rough.

         I’m told remants of the old Martin Creek horseshoe tunnel and trestle can be seen by leaving the designated trail. That will have to wait for another day. ­­

    About the Iron Goat Trail        

    Distance: 6 miles round trip (the loop between Martin Creek and Scenic)
    Elevation gain: 700 feet. Highest point: 2,800 feet.
    Did you know? The Iron Goat Trail is named after the goat in the logo of the now-defunct Great Northern Railway.
    GETTING THERE
    Martin Creek trailhead: Take Highway 2 toward Stevens Pass to Milepost 55. Turn left onto the paved Old Cascade Highway. At the junction with Forest Road 6710, take a left on the gravel road. In 1.4 miles, you’re at the trailhead.
    Wellington trailhead: Take Highway 2 to Tye Road, also known as the Old Cascade Highway, which is just west of the Stevens Pass Ski Area. Follow the rough but passable pavement for 3.5 miles. Turn right into the parking lot.

    Monte Cristo

    The 4-mile trail from Barlow Pass on the Mountain Loop Highway to Monte Cristo follows a road that has been closed for several years. The trail, which is also popular with bikers, for the most part sticks to the road, except for a portion early on where it is diverted around a portion of the road that was washed out by flooding of the south fork of the Sauk River.

         There really was gold and silver in these hills back in the day. Joe Pearsall and Frank Peabody discovered the rich vein of precious metals in the summer of 1889, the same year Washington became a state.

    The iconic sign near the entrance to the ghost town of Monte Cristo, which was a hub of activity following the discovery of gold and silver ore in 1889.

           Between then and 1907, the town of Monte Cristo was teeming with activity. Mines above the town pumped out millions of dollars in minerals. This was not a poor prospector’s game, but rather was backed by big corporations with deep pockets. A railroad was built between Monte Cristo and Everett to carry the processed silver ore to a smelter. The mining boom lured thousands of men to this isolated mining town, which is about four miles from today’s Mountain Loop Highway in eastern Snohomish County.

         All that’s left 114 years later are traces of what this town was.

         Rusted-out bed frames, mining tools and pieces of railroad track and railway cars and other relics are randomly strewn around, as if they’re props for a play. Street signs are posted where the town’s busy streets used to run – which is hard to imagine, because while the swaths are wide enough, the ground is hardly level. Only portions of the foundations of the town’s original buildings remain. Other weather-worn, ancient-looking, wood buildings in various stages of collapse at first glance appear to be original structures — until you realize they were actually built after this boom town went bust.

           Having said that, if you like history and beautiful scenery, this hike is for you.

    Cabins built in the 1950s ring the “outskirts” of the old town of Monte Cristo.

           The trailhead is at Barlow Pass on the Mountain Loop Highway 30 miles east of Granite Falls, and is popular with hikers and bikers. There’s several parking spots by the trailhead and a parking lot across the highway. If you’re hiking on the weekend, get there early.

          Like the Iron Goat Trail, this 8-mile round trip to the ghost town of Monte Cristo is easy. The trail follows a route taken by miners more than a century ago and, more recently, a gravel road that has been closed for several years. The trail for the most part sticks to the road, except for a large section where it is diverted around a portion of the road that was washed out by flooding of the south fork of the beautiful Sauk River.

    A foot bridge crossing the south fork of the Sauk River that leads to the entrance of the ghost town of Monte Cristo.

            A nice, pedestrian bridge over the Sauk marks the entrance to Monte Cristo. Remnants of an old railway turntable are off to the right. A group of boys pushes one end of the rusty girder, swinging it in circular fashion. Interpretive signs tell of the town’s history. Private cabins built in the 1950s ring the grassy area, which not only includes remnants of a power house and water tower, but modern picnic tables for lunch.

    The remnants of a railway turntable. The ore was caried by the Monte Cristo Railway all the way to the American Smelting and Refining Company in Everett for final processing.
    Tourists could still reach the town of Monte Cristo by car up until 1980. But after flooding in December of that year, and Snohomish County’s decision not to make bridge or road repairs, the Monte Cristo Lodge closed for good. It burned to the ground in 1983 under suspicious circumstances.

            Head farther up the trail to get the full Monte. Soon you’ll pass the foundation of what was once the Monte Cristo Lodge, the last bastion of tourism at the old mining town.

    Private cabins sprang up from the ruins of Monte Cristo in the mid-1920s. Many of them haven’t been inhabited for decades and are in a state of collapse.

           While the financial crisis in the U.S. in 1907, better known as “The Panic of 1907,” signaled the end of most of the mining at Monte Cristo, the town for years afterward was a resort destination. Tourists could board a train in Everett and travel to Monte Cristo for a picnic, or even stay at the Royal Hotel, which would eventually become the Monte Cristo Lodge. The railroad was scrapped in 1933, leaving tourists to travel by car, which they could still do up until 1980. But when there was flooding in December of that year, and the county decided not to make bridge or road repairs, it proved to be the death knell for the lodge. It promptly closed, and burned to the ground in 1983 under suspicious circumstances.

            Another foot bridge heads toward the “downtown district” of once was the heart of this old mining town. We’re stopped by a woman wearing a cap that read “The Mayor of Monte Cristo.” She offered us a tootsie pop — which we declined —  but we took her up on her offer to let us tour a cabin she owns that was built in 1926 from the ruins of the old town. She wears the cap because she says the cabin was once owned by her hero, the self-annointed, unofficial mayor of Monte Cristo, Garda Fogg, who began backpacking in the Cascades in the early 1900s.

          Located near the top of (the route formerly known as ) “Dumas Street” is the remains of the famed “Concentrator,” where tons of ore arrived by tramway from hillside mines and were processed by coal-powered steam machinery. In its heyday, a typical week’s shipment to the American Smelting and Refining Company in Everett in the summer of 1896 was more than 1,000 tons, worth $920,000 in 2016 dollars.

    While those days are long gone, the history in these hills will never fade away. You just have to look for it.


    Rick Lund is a former assistant sports editor with The Seattle Times

    The owner of the”Mayor’s Cabin” we met along the trail brought lamp oil up that day to provide lighting.
    This cabin was built in 1926 from the ruins of Monte Cristo. It is owned by the self-proclaimed “Mayor of Monte Cristo.”
    The remains of the foundadtion for the “Concentrator” that processed tons
    of silver ore.
    What the “Concentrator” looked like in its heyday.
    A rusted-out wheel near the “Concentrator.” Silver ore was taken by tram off the hillside, then by railway to Everett.
    Expensive drilling was required to bore through rock. This appears to be a drill that was built in 1884.

    About Monte Cristo

    Distance: 8 miles round trip. Elevation gain: 700 feet. Highest point: 2,800 feet.
    Did you know? The initial gold and silver strike at Monte Cristo was backed by New York financiers with ties to John D. Rockefeller.
    GETTING THERE
    Barlow Pass trailhead: From Granite Falls, follow the Mountain Loop Highway (530) east for 30 miles.

    Two old goats at the Windy Point overlook along the Iron Goat Trail: Jeff Whidden and myself.
    Bill Cheney and I along the well-worn path to the ghost town of Monte Cristo, just off the Mountain Loop Highway.
  • A visit to Indiana’s Cathedral of Basketball

    For a college basketball fan, there may be no finer place to be on a winter Saturday afternoon than historic Hinkle Fieldhouse, the sunlight streaming through the windows as the Butler players run onto the floor to the tune of fans singing the school fight song.

    I have a deep affinity for college basketball and football venues. It’s no secret to Vicki, our daughters (trust me, they have childhood memories of trips to college campuses to prove it), or anyone who knows me very well. For me, it’s as if the place the game is played is as interesting as the game itself.

    So imagine my excitement when I had the opportunity to visit the holy grail of all college basketball venues: Historic Hinkle Fieldhouse on the campus of Butler University on the north outskirts of Indianapolis. We had flown to Indy the night before, and were on our way to Valparaiso on Memorial Day weekend to meet our two-week-old grandson, Aksel, celebrate daughter Greta’s 34th birthday, and her 2-year-old daughter Ida’s birthday the following week.

    “How about we visit Butler University on our way to Valparaiso?” I asked Vicki, before our trip. These questions are usually met with a rolling-of-the-eyes look. But because she was already familiar with the Butler gym –the two of us in March had watched several NCAA Tournament games played at Indianapolis-area arenas, including Hinkle – she was game.

    The original basketball court at Hinkle Fieldhouse faced the windows, but was changed after players complained the sunlight was in their eyes dribbling toward the baskets. Several NCAA Tournament games were played there this past March.

    I called the athletics department at Butler and asked if we could get a peek at the fieldhouse. I explained I was a recently retired Seattle Times journalist, and that it was a dream of mine to visit this most hallowed hardwood in basketball-crazed Indiana. An athletics representative named Kelsey said “sure, I’ll give you a tour.”

    Milan’s upset win over Muncie Central in 1954 inspired the 1986 movie “Hoosiers” starring Gene Hackman.

    Kelsey and a security guard named Martin met us at the front entrance to the brick building, which is marked by a statue of the arena’s namesake, Tony Hinkle, a longtime coach and athletic director at Butler. We walked through the narrow concourse that surrounds the arena, gazing at the historic photos and trophies along the way. Then Martin unlocked the door that led us to the fieldhouse floor.

    There she was, in all her glory, as I had imagined it. The arching steel roof trusses, and the windows at each of the end of the fieldhouse that prompted former Butler star guard Shelvin Mack to say there’s nothing like a Saturday afternoon game at Butler “with the sun coming in and everyone singing the Butler fight song.”

    The Butler Bulldogs, who compete in the Big East Conference, narrowly lost to Duke in the 2010 national championship game.

    Hinkle Fieldhouse, which opened in 1927, is a gem. I could smell history in the air.

    For more than 40 years, Hinkle was the stage for Indiana’s high-school basketball state tournament. In 1954, in a game that would define basketball in Indiana, tiny Milan High school (enrollment 161) beat Muncie Central for the state championship, which proved to be the inspiration for the iconic 1986 movie “Hoosiers.” In that era, all schools big and small competed in the same tournament. To put this game in perspective, this would be the state-of-Washington equivalent of La Conner High School beating Seattle’s Garfield High for the state title.

    As I walked onto the floor of the old barn, which reminded me of the University of Washington’s original Hec Edmundson Pavilion built in the same era, I also imagined what this place felt like during Butler’s banner 2009-2010 season. That was the year the Bulldogs sprang onto the national stage under coach Brad Stevens, who would leave Butler a couple years later to become the head coach of the Boston Celtics and was just promoted to the team’s GM position. Mack and teammate Gordon Hayward led the little school from Indianapolis all the way to the national championship game against Duke in nearby Lucas Oil Stadium. Hayward missed a half-court shot at the buzzer that would have given Butler its first title.

    Thanks to its Final Four run, Butler’s days of toiling in obscurity are in the rear-view mirror. The small, private university with an enrollment of just over 5,000 is big time now. The Bulldogs compete in the basketball-strong Big East Conference against the likes Georgetown, Xavier, Connecticut, Marquette, DePaul, Providence, Creighton and Villanova, which Martin the security guard said is Butler’s biggest rival.

    But after visiting this most sacred cathedral of basketball, I can say this about Hinkle Fieldhouse: It has no rival.

    All Dawgs, including Huskies, are welcome at Butler, home of the Bulldogs. But no Ducks. Absolutely, no Ducks are permitted through these doors.
    The windows at each end of the fieldhouse remind me of Hec Edmundson Pavilion at the University of Washington. The IHSAA state basketball championships were held here from 1928-1971. Legendary UCLA coach John Wooden played in the first championship here for Martinsville High. He would go on to become an All-American at Purdue, where a street leading to the arena is named “Wooden Way.” Other Indiana high-school legends made their mark here, including twins Tom and Dick Van Arsdale (Manual High School), Rick Mount ILebanon), George McGinnis and Steve Downing (Washington) and Steve Alford (New Castle), who became an All-American at Indiana U. and went on to become a successful college coach.
    Recent renovations at Hinkle Fieldhouse have reduced seating capacity from 15,000 to 9,100. In 1987 it was named to the National Register of Historic Places. Wouldn’t it be something if Butler’s coach was (Oregon State’s) Wayne Tinkle and the Bulldogs’ beat reporter for the local newspaper was (former Seattle Times sports editor) Cathy Henkel?

  • Backpacking equipment 101: What you need for your overnight hike


    Some backpack equipment to consider for your next overnight trip. From left, in front of the lightweight, dome-shaped tent: “telescoping” trekking poles, freeze-dried pouches of food, an air insulated sleeping pad, a collapsible lightweight camp chair (optional), a water filtration device, a backpack to hold all your gear, a collapsible water bladder to store filtrated water at camp, lightweight collapsible cooking stove with liquid fuel canisters, and a lightweight cooking pot that holds a minimum of one quart of water. (Photo by Rick Lund)

    I certainly don’t consider myself an expert on backpacking equipment. But I’ve hiked enough, and accummulated enough gear over the years to know what’s needed. I used an anecdote from a group hike with Jeff Whidden and other friends in the lead of the story. He/she will remain nameless. Would never want to embarrass him/her.

    Here is the full version of my story that was published May 21 in The Seattle Times. The optional items were trimmed in the story that ran in print.

    By Rick Lund
    Special to The Seattle Times

         A few years ago, as we gathered at a meeting place for a group hike, one participant arrived with an army-style duffle bag that was supposed to serve as a backpack.

        After looks of astonishment from everyone present, the leader of the group raced home and retrieved a spare backpack for the inexperienced hiker, most certainly saving that person from three days of hiking hell.

        That’s a far-flung example of backpacking unpreparedness. But one can never assume first-time backpackers know what to bring on an overnight trek in the mountains.

          Planning for a backpack trip should be similar to packing for a vacation trip or an even a simple trip to the grocery store. Make a list. Check it twice.    

          It’s also important to travel light. The weight of all the items adds up quickly in your backpack. What you think you need beforehand – multiple sets of clothing and non-essential food – might not seem like such a good idea in hindsight when you’re struggling up a steep trail in the heat of the day with an overloaded pack.

          With that in mind, here’s a list of backpacking essentials, as well as some optional items, to bring on your trip:

    ESSENTIALS

         Backpack: Most are made of nylon with an internal frame made of steel. Sizes can range from 35-110 liters of gear capacity, and can weigh by themselves between 3-5 pounds.

         Comfortable hiking boots or trail running shoes: Hiking boots will offer better ankle support, which is important on the trail.

         Lightweight tent: Most backpacking tents are shaped like a dome and rely on crossing poles and guy lines to create a rigid frame. Two-person tents usually weigh between 2.5 and 5 pounds. One with a rainfly is recommended.

         Down sleeping bag and compression stuff sack: Even in the middle of the summer, you might be surprised how cold it gets at night at higher elevations. It’s not uncommon to wake up to frost on the ground. Most backpacking sleeping bags weigh from 1.5 to 3 pounds.

         Insulated sleeping pad: Your back will thank you for it. Trying to sleep on the hard ground, and quite possibly on a stray rock or two, is no fun. Air insulated sleeping pads don’t take up much space (many fold into a small stuff sack) and require a minimal amount of huffing and puffing to inflate.

         Lightweight cooking stove and fuel: Don’t ever assume you can build a fire for cooking. Many wilderness areas prohibit campfires during hiking season. Most backpacking stoves are small, fold up easily and typically screw onto threaded tops of self-sealing, liquid fuel canisters.

         Lighter to fire up the stove: A Bic lighter will do, or matches, as long as they’re protected from moisture.

         Water bottles: You’d be surprised how easily you can become dehydrated along the trail, especially when it’s hot. You’ll know it when your leg muscles begin to cramp. Make sure your water bottles together hold a minimum of 2 liters of water for the trail. Keep them handy so they’re easily accessible for frequent water breaks. Also, know ahead of time where the water sources are along the trail for filtering.

         Lightweight cooking pot: A pot holding one or two quarts is ideal for boiling water for a small hiking party at the campsite.

         Food: Freeze-dried food has come a long way over the years. It’s light, doesn’t take up much room and requires just adding water. “Mountain House” and “Backpacker’s Pantry” are two of the more popular brands, and can be purchased at most outdoor outlets. For something more higher end, “PackitGourmet” can be ordered online. Beyond freeze-dried food, items such as bagels, mixed nuts, dried fruit, beef jerky, granola bars and granola cereal and instant oatmeal don’t take up much room, and can also be good snacks for rest breaks along the trail. Hot-chocolate mix and powdered juice mix add a little variety to water.

         Water filtration device: For drinking water, it’s essential to have some sort of water filtration system to remove bacteria and giardia from the water you obtain along the trail. A pump system, a “squeeze bag” setup or a gravity filter method are among the most popular ways to move water through a microfilter. Bacteria can also be removed with iodine pills.

         Collapsible water bladder or bag: For filtered water storage at your campsite. You’ll go through a lot of water for cooking, drinking and washing dishes. A bladder that holds about 6 liters of water is a good capacity.

         Trekking poles: Not only are they good for balance along the trail, but they provide essential balance support when you’re walking across a fallen log or boulder-hopping a stream.

         Weather-appropriate clothing: Think of the old Scandinavian mantra: “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.” Make sure you have quick-drying nylon long pants, a lightweight raincoat or poncho, a stocking cap and fleece gloves for cold nights (for high-elevation hikes), a light wool or fleece sweater, a synthetic long-sleeved shirt, and hiking shorts if you’re expecting hot weather. An extra pair of socks, underwear and a fleece or wool pants for the night are also recommended.

         Insect repellant: Mosquitoes and deer flies are plentiful in the mountains, and can make your life miserable. Insect repellant with a minimum 40 percent of DEET (if you’re comfortable with that) helps ward off the pesky flies. If you’re really bothered by biting bugs, a mosquito head net with an insect shield is recommended.

         Sunblock and sunglasses: The sun can be intense in the mountains. It doesn’t take much to get a sunburn, especially if you’re walking on snow.

         First-aid kit: Always a good idea, even if it’s a minor cut from falling along the trail.

         A small flashlight or headlamp: If for whatever reason you must hike at night, or to navigate your campsite after dark, this is another essential item.

         A map and compass: Most U.S. Forest Service Ranger stations have hiking maps for their region. Topographical “Green Trail” maps can also be purchased at many outdoor retail outlets. For phone-based navigation, “Maps.Me” and “Gaia GPS” are useful apps. But you’ll want to download a map of the area you’re traveling to prior to your trip since there’s a good chance you won’t have cell service on the trail.

         50 feet of rope or utility cord: You’ll want to hang your food at night in a tree in a stuff sack or plastic bag to keep the bears and other critters from eating your provisions. Storing food at night in your tent is an open invitation to them to come and visit you.

         A plastic hand shovel and bio-degradable toilet paper: Select a site at least 200 feet from a water source whenever possible. Bury waste in a hole three- to six-inches deep and cover with soil. Use backcountry toilets whenever possible.  Where toilets are not available and digging is not possible, such as sub-alpine areas, snow, rock or glaciers, pack out waste.

         Permit: A federal Northwest Forest Pass is required to park at most trailheads on Forest Service trails, a backcountry permit is required on many national park trails, and a Discover Pass at some lower-elevation trails, particularly at state parks. You don’t want to return to your vehicle to find a ticket on your windshield.

    OPTIONAL

          Camera: One with a telephoto lens that’ll get you closer than what your smartphone can offer.

          Teva-style sandals: Always feels good to take off the dusty, sweaty hiking boots and slip into something more comfortable at the campsite.

          Lightweight rain pants: If you’re expecting rainy weather.

          Swimsuit: Nothing like taking a dip in a stream or alpine lake (if you can stand the cold temperature!) in the afternoon to wash off the dirt and grime from the trail.

         Insulated vest or light jacket: If you get cold easily.

         Duct tape: It can come in handy. Some hikers store it by wrapping a small roll around a trekking pole.

         Lightweight camp chair: There are no picnic tables at mountain-trail campsites. You’re lucky to find a log to sit on. If you’re looking for a little more comfort and willing to pack an extra 2 pounds or so, a compact, a collapsible chair will fold into a fairly small bag to place in your backpack.

          Lastly, you should always let someone know when you’re going and when you plan to be back. And don’t assume you can make a call on your cell phone if you’re lost, stranded or running behind schedule. Cell service is virtually non-existent, or at best spotty, in the mountains. It’s also a good idea to document your start date, expected return date and the number of people in your hiking party at the “sign-in” sheets, which are posted at many trailheads.

    Rick Lund is a former Times assistant sports editor

  • Hiking Oyster Dome …. and looking down on those sleeping oysters

    A couple day hikers take a break on top of Oyster Dome. The view below is of Samish Bay, Samish Island, Anacortes, and the San Juan Island. Way in the distance are the Olympic Mountains.

    When I was a young boy, our family would occasionally make our way up Chuckanaut Drive after church to have Sunday dinner at the Oyster Bar.

    The Oyster Bar back then wasn’t anything like today version, which is gourmet and pricey, a restaurant you’d go to celebrate a special occasion, like your wedding anniversary.

    The “original” Oyster Bar was more like Ivar’s Salmon House light. It had more of a casual dining feel. Your modestly-priced dinner — oysters, breaded prawns or fish and chips were the usual main fare – arrived on a plain, dinner plate, not the fancy china delivered to your table today. It always came with a crab cocktail appetizer, which I still remember today as very tasty.

    But what was really memorable were the words prominently printed on the menu:

    “The oysters you eat today, slept last night in Samish Bay.”

    Little did I know then a trailhead just across the road from the restaurant led to a rocky vista that looked down on Samish Bay and the surrounding Salish Sea … before it was called the Salish Sea. The final destination on the trail is appropriately called Oyster Dome.

    I hiked that trail for the very first time last week. Don’t know why it took me so long. It’s one of the low-elevation, spring hikes I’ve recommended for a story that will be published soon in The Seattle Times.

    Oyster Dome

    The shallow, firm-bottomed waters of Samish Bay are ideal for growing oysters. No surprise the northern shores of the bay are home to a shellfish farm, and a longtime oyster-specialty restaurant just up the hill on scenic Chuckanut Drive in its early days touted this memorable slogan:

          “The oysters you eat today, slept last night in Samish Bay.”

         The pearl of this oyster haven looms high overhead. It’s Oyster Dome, a rocky promontory on the western slope of Blanchard Mountain and the pride of the Chuckanut Mountain range.

          And when it comes to day hikes, unlike the oysters below, don’t sleep on this one. The views of the Salish Sea from 2,025-foot Oyster Dome are jaw dropping.

         To the left is the Skagit River flats, Samish Island, Guemes Island, Anacortes, and Mount Erie near Deception Pass. To the right is the south end of Lummi Island, and straight ahead, the San Juan Islands. Orcas Island is particularly conspicuous among the islands, thanks in part to Mount Constitution, which pokes just 373 feet higher than Oyster Dome.

          Framing all this way in the background are the snowcapped Olympic Mountains.

          It’s best to begin the hike at the Samish Outlook parking area on Blanchard Mountain. From the trailhead, you’ll start on a section of the Pacific Northwest Trail, descending slightly for 0.4 of a mile before the junction with the Samish Bay connector and trail to Chuckanut Drive.

         At this point, give yourself a high five. Not only have you saved time and nearly 1,000 feet of elevation gain by not starting on Chuckanut Drive, the alternative trailhead, your vehicle also isn’t precariously parked on the shoulder of the busy road.

          The rest of the 2.5-mile ascent to Oyster Dome is fairly gentle. At about the 2-mile mark you’ll come to a junction for the trail to nearby Lily and Lizard lakes, a camping option for the overnight backpacker.

          A final scramble up the hill lands you upon Oyster Dome. Take a break, have lunch, watch an occasional bald eagle fly by, and take in the breathtaking views.

  • Sonja’s big day

    Sonja Lund and JB Foreman tie the knot on “Good Saturday,” April 3, on the shores of Seattle’s Lake Union.

         The loop has closed. All three of our daughters are now married, and their dad couldn’t be happier, more grateful.

          Our beloved middle daughter, Sonja, was the last to tie the knot. She and JB Foreman exchanged vows April 3 on the dock at College Club, a boathouse and headquarters for a rowing club on the shores of Seattle’s Lake Union.

         The bride and groom arrived at the wedding venue in a boat – Sonja’s longtime dream on her wedding day — and left in a boat. Now Sonja and her sisters are all in the same boat.

           Sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter, I guess you could say this was “Good Saturday.” This day was good in every way.

          We all knew the day Sonja got married would be cause for considerable celebration. Her sisters Krista and Greta were both married the summer of 2009. Sonja took her time. We all wondered “when is Sonja going to meet ‘The One?’” Even Sonja wondered from time to time.

          “If you would have told me in 2009 that I wouldn’t get married for another 12 years I would have been really depressed,” she told Vicki and I in January, shortly after her and JB were engaged.

            It wasn’t like boys weren’t interested in her. I’m a little biased here, but anyone who knows her will agree with this assessment: She’s gorgeous, smart and a kind, caring person.

         She dated several guys. But none checked all the boxes, including that her future husband be a man of faith.

           “She was picky,” said JB, not trying to sound smug, but agreeing with my “gorgeous, smart and strong faith” description when the two of us met in early January so he could ask me for her hand.

    From left, Greta, Sonja and Krista at Sonja’s bachelorette party two days before her wedding.

          As a father who helped raise three girls – all of whom I adore — I am glad she was choosy. She could easily have settled. But she didn’t.

           JB, like my other two sons-in-law, is a man of integrity. He is a man of deep faith, will be an excellent provider and shares Sonja’s adventurous spirit and zest for life.

         The nautical theme for the wedding was right up his alley, or in his case, boat slip. He’s a licensed boat captain, a yacht broker and the owner of an invention company. He wore “boat shoes” and a “boat rope belt” with his suit at the ceremony.

           Sonja had always told her friends that when she met “The One,” she would fall fast. That would be the case with JB. The two were introduced to each other by JB’s sister, Katie, a classmate of Sonja’s at Seattle Pacific University. But it took awhile for the romance to begin.

          Sonja had confided in Krista she had a crush on JB, but didn’t quite know how to start the relationship. Sonja made the first move, and the two began dating in May of last year. Within seven months they were engaged.

           Unfortunately, not all extended family members and friends of Sonja and JB were able to attend this much-anticipated wedding. COVID-19 restrictions kept the number of attendees to 50.

           But friends and family were able to watch the ceremony, which was streamed live on Zoom. Earlier-in-the-week forecasts for rain, thankfully, never materialized. Under cloudy skies, but comfortable 63-degree temperatures, and with waves lapping up to the dock, Sonja and JB’s dreams came true.

          A Good Saturday, indeed.

    Sonja and I for a final father-daughter date at the Palisades Restaurant in Seattle, a few days before her wedding.

  • When it was ‘Miller Time’

    Chain-smoking Ralph Miller was the head men’s basketball coach at Oregon State for 19 seasons until his retirement in 1989. Miller’s Beavers were always among the top teams in the Pac-8 and Pac-10, and for a stretch in the 1980s were among the best in the nation.

    Oregon State basketball’s glory years, under the late, great – and chain-smoking – Ralph Miller

    These are heady times for Oregon State fans. The Beavers, picked in preseason to finish last in the Pac-12, won their first-ever conference tournament on Saturday night, thereby earning a rare appearance in the NCAA Tournament this week against Tennessee.

    Forgive them if they’re acting like they haven’t been there before. They actually have. It’s just been awhile since OSU has been relevant. I’m dating myself here, but I remember a time when an Oregon State team in the NCAA Tournament was a familiar rite of spring. Unless you followed the old Pac-10 in the late 1970s and 1980s, it’s almost hard to imagine today the school from Corvallis was a national power. But it was real.

    Coached by the masterful Ralph Miller, “The Orange Express,” as they were called then, rolled through the Pac-10 for a chunk of the 1980s virtually unchecked. And that included dominating UCLA, which wasn’t that far removed from the dynasty teams in the 1970s under legendary coach John Wooden.

    OSU won the conference title easily four of five seasons between 1980 and 1984, never losing more than three league games. The Beavers went to the postseason 10 of the last 11 seasons under Miller. The 1981-82 team went all the way to the NCAA Elite Eight before falling to Patrick Ewing and the Georgetown Hoyas.

    The 1980-81 team, which finished 17-1 in the Pac-10 and 26-2 overall, was particularly menacing, and one of the better college basketball teams I’ve ever seen. The Beavers were ranked No. 1 in the nation eight weeks that season, defeated UCLA twice, mauled rival Oregon three times by a combined 54 points and beat St. John’s in New York City.

    Ralph Miller arrived in Corvallis in 1970 from Iowa, where in his final year there he led the Hawkeyes to the Big Ten Championship with future Seattle SuperSonic greats Fred Brown
    and John “J.J.” Johnson.

    The Beavers didn’t just beat teams. They destroyed them.

    I witnessed one of those beatdowns on a rainy February evening in Corvallis in ’81 as a fledgling sportswriter for The News-Review in Roseburg, Oregon. I didn’t cover a lot of Beaver games in those days. After all, it was more than a two-hour drive to Corvallis. But this one caught my attention. The opponent was Washington, a school I had followed closely growing up in the Skagit Valley. Adding further interest to the game was Marv Harshman’s Huskies, that hated team from the north, had taken the unbeaten and No. 1-ranked Beavers to overtime in Seattle one month earlier, before succumbing 97-91.

    It was my first visit to venerable Gill Coliseum, and one I will never forget. It seemed every one of the 10,059 fans in the building that night were on their feet when the mighty Beavers confidently took the floor as the pep band, swaying back and forth, blared the school’s fight song, “Hail to Old OSU.” I still get goosebumps just thinking about it.

    The details are a little hazy 40 years later, but I recall the Beavers jumped on UW early with a smothering defense. Steve Johnson, OSU’s 6-10 All-American center, also had a monster game backing down UW’s Kenny Lyles and Dan Caldwell for easy buckets. Johnson would set an NCAA record that season for field-goal percentage (.746% that stood until 2017)

    I’m sure there were a lot of “Holy jumpin’ up and down Martha” exclamations on the radio that night, OSU play-by-play man Darrell Aune’s signature call when the Beavs did something great. The Beavers dismantled the Huskies that night, 89-63. And it wasn’t even that close.

    After the game, in a scene that in retrospect seems unfathomable, the nattily-dressed Miller sat cross-legged in a chair and fielded questions while puffing on a tiparillo cigar. You would never see a coach today smoking during a press conference. But Miller was a well-known chain smoker, who puffed often during practice, in his office, and on the team bus. His smoking habit would catch up with him at the end. He passed away in 2001 at the age of 82 from congestive heart failure and complications from emphysema.

    Believe me, I’m not blowing smoke when I tell you the 1980-81 team would blow away the current Beaver outfit that’s headed for the Big Dance. They sliced and diced opponents with precision passing, an art that was perfected in practice when Miller insisted the team use a deflated basketball that couldn’t be bounced. Miller never would have tolerated today’s game of one-on-one dribbling.

    The Beavers had all the pieces for a Final Four run. While Johnson hailed from San Bernardino, California, most of the talented nucleus was home-grown: Sharp-shooting, all-Pac-10 guards Mark Radford (Grant High of Portland) and Ray Blume (Parkrose of Portland) and forwards Rob Holbrook (Parkrose), Jeff Stoutt (Lake Oswego) and Charlie Sitton, a promising freshman out of McMinnville. Reserve guard Lester Conner, out of Oakland, California, was a premier defender, and would become an All-American the following season.

    The season, however, would end with a thud in the second round of the NCAA Tournament. The Beavers were upset by No. 8 seed Kansas State on a last-second shot by future NBA star Rolando Blackman. The buzzer-beating basket would be immortalized the following week on the cover of Sports Illustrated.

    The Beavers would go on to have many more successful seasons under Miller. He would recruit and coach many more great players, including A.C. Green, another local product out of Benson Tech in Portland who would later play many seasons in the NBA. And of course, perhaps his greatest player, future Seattle SuperSonic legend Gary Payton.

    Once Miller retired in 1989, handing over the reins to longtime assistant Jimmy Anderson, the Beavers never came close to the success they enjoyed under the crusty old coach from Chanute, Kansas. Miller definitely left his mark. He was a two-time national coach of the year (1981 and 1982), and in 1988, just before his final season, was elected into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame. The Beavers play today on what is known as “Ralph Miller Court.”

    While Miller wouldn’t always approve of the shot selection these modern-day Beavers are taking, I’m sure he’s proud of the job current coach Wayne Tinkle has done.

    Looking down on all this, he’s probably smiling – and, of course, smoking.

    Ralph Miller’s record in his 19 seasons at Oregon State

    SeasonW-L (Conf.)PlaceW-L (Overall)Postseason
    1970-714-106th12-14
    1971-729-53rd18-10
    1972-736-85th15-11
    1973-746-85th13-13
    1974-7510-42nd19-12NCAA, 2nd round
    1975-7610-42nd18-9*
    1976-778-63rd16-13
    1977-789-52nd16-11
    1978-7911-73rd18-10NIT, 1st round
    1979-8016-21st26-4NCAA, 2nd round
    1980-8117-11st26-2NCAA, 2nd round
    1981-8216-21st25-5NCAA, Elite Eight
    1982-8312-63rd20-11NIT, quarterfinals
    1983-8415-31st22-7NCAA, 1st round
    1984-8512-62nd22-9NCAA, 1st round
    1985-868-105th12-15
    1986-8710-83rd19-11NIT, 2nd round
    1987-8812-62nd20-11NCAA, 1st round
    1988-8913-53rd22-8NCAA, 1st round
    Total205-114342-198
    * 15 wins were forfeited due to ineligible player (Lonnie Shelton). Official record for that season is 3-24