Don’t worry – it’s not as scary as it sounds.
John and Maxwell and I went up into Washington this weekend, and did quite a bit of hiking; our first excursion was up to Rattlesnake Ledge, which is at the end of Rattlesnake Ridge. (Whoever named the area was fixated on a particular idea, as you can see, although it’s odd, since there are no ratttlesnakes in the area. The sign postulated that the dry leaves blowing about sound like rattlesnakes, but even if that’s true, it seems odd.)
At any rate, continuing in the same line of nomenclature, the hike begins at Rattlesnake Lake:
and as you start out, the future stares you in the face:
See that tiny dome on the top of the leftmost peak? Here it is closer – the highest spot on this hill.
That’s the destination, Rattlesnake Ledge, 1100 feet above the parking lot. But it’s not too steep a climb, since it’s spread over two miles, and the trail wends through a beautiful forest with mossy boulders scattered here and there, little streams, and views out over the valley.
But even though it’s “not that steep,” it does feel good to get near to the top, and to start getting wider views through the trees.
Then – the ledge! It’s more or less just a big boulder itself, which we were very careful to stay near the center of.
Our only real disappointment was how crowded both the trail and the ledge were; it was impossible, without being more brave than me (and being willing to get closer to the edge), to get a good view or photo unobstructed by other hikers. But it was beautiful nonetheless, and a very fun walk back down afterward.
Two miles of a 10% downhill grade? Fast, easy, and fun, although a tiny bit hard on the knees. Even Maxwell’s tail was back up and wagging, which it decidedly had not been after about a quarter mile of the uphill trek.