As you enter the Goat Rocks Wilderness there are signs warning of the crowds that cluster there. People want to go where beauty bursts from the seams and this lovely little jaunt into the wild opens a plethora of doors to beautiful adventures. Magical pathways carpeted in the wildest of flora escort humans of all kinds to snowy tip top peaks (Old Snowy), sharp edges (The Knife), bountiful basins (Lily and Jordan), alpine pools of wonder (Goat Lake) and provide easy access to some of the most wondrous stretches of the notorious PCT.
Mikey and I have been this way before, once though the front door and once through the back, and then again with the younger kids a couple years ago. But, this weekend we had the gift of venturing into the wild with just our Mattsi and we wanted to show her a sure thing. And surer than the crowds it gathers, the Goat Rock Wilderness ineluctably leaves those who take to it’s paths in awe and wonder. So we mixed it up a bit and took her there.
As we wove our way through dirt paths surrounded by vibrant wildflowers I tried to see all those who walked among us like God’s flora. Extraordinarily divine, each in their own way. The trail is not meant for just some of us. It is meant for all of us. It’s easy to get lost in this world. To forget who we are and what we were made for. To lose sight of the things that are real and rare and true. But, there is something about the wild that stirs us from our slumber and awakens a child-like wonder and clarity we all hold somewhere inside. Witnessing so many humans wandering around in some of God’s handiest work can actually be an incredible thing if you just look at it the right way. We’re all just reaching for something more. Something real and rare and true. And finding our way in the midst of it.
Of all the humans I know, my Mattsi is one of the rarest. She belongs among the wildflowers ~ beautiful, fierce and free. I pray she always reaches for this kind of disentangling beauty.
By the time it was all said and done I really felt like singing a never ending serenade to my wild and wondrous companions. Sometimes I know I am a bit much. But, they love me none the less. Time and time again I think we save each and the little worlds in which we live just by sticking together – no matter where the trails of life take us. They really are some of the finest creatures I know.
Snowgrass Flats Trailhead to our Sweet Spot just below Old Snowy ~ 7 miles
Side-trip to Old Snowy and down the Knife a bit ~ 5 miles
From Camp down to the Flats, through Lily Basin, up to Goat Lake, down into the Jordan Basin and along Goats Ridge, past the Berry Patch Trailhead and back out to the Snowgrass Flats Trailhead… AKA The Long Way Home:) ~ 10.5 miles