Story and Photos by Mike Matson
OUR TENTS ARE pitched on the east shore of Leprechaun Lake, amongst granite boulders and patches of weather-stunted tamarack trees, the alpine larch known for its autumn display of brilliant golden needles. We enjoy a quick dinner before climbing into our sleeping bags and enjoying a deep sleep. In the morning, we’ll be backpacking on the Enchantment Lakes trail, which snakes through 19 miles of some of the most ruggedly beautiful terrain Washington state has to offer.
So popular with backpackers that a strictly enforced permit system has been established to limit the impact of users, the Enchantments has become one of the most coveted backcountry treks in the Northwest. Lucky enough to score a permit, we’ve come to sample this spectacle of pristine meadows, sparkling alpine lakes and glacier polished rock.
In the morning we spread out on the trail, each of us finding our own pace, moving slowly through the basin, past icy cold waterfalls and an endless series of rock cairns, the small stacks of stone marking the trail where it crosses the smooth granite. This is our time for reflection and for absorbing the scenery. The sun is shining under cloudless blue skies and I can’t keep my camera in my pack because everything here is worth a picture. I find myself imagining this place before the trails were established, the peaks had been climbed, and the glaciers had melted away.
Although the Enchantments Basin was first discovered and named in 1908 by A.H. Sylvester, it was the Leavenworth couple Bill and Peg Stark who truly exposed this place to the outside world. Starting in 1959, the Starks made annual trips into the basin, giving names inspired by Scandinavian legends to many of the features in the basin. With each step I gain more insight into the excitement and awe these pioneers must have felt in those early years. I wish for their perspective, but content myself with the present, knowing this is still a place only a handful of people get to experience each year. |