SHELF FUNGUS DWELLINGS

Our recent trip into Huckleberry Hollow was indeed memorable. For one thing, we afforded ourselves the luxury of packing in meat...a treat for any weary hiker, to be sure. There's nothing like the smell of wild Alaska salmon cooking in the wilderness, even if it's canned.

We also encountered many fine examples of shelf fungus (Basidiomycola). They were used extensively by the shrews and other small creatures in the rain forest as dwellings, and were the equivalent of an expensive high-rise condo by our standards. Mrs. Trowbridge mentioned them occasionally in her journal, and I did manage to find a color sketch that she drew of her brother-in-law's new shelf fungus condo. Below is one that I photographed on the trip to share with you.

RETURN TO HUCKLEBERRY HOLLOW

Since this blog debuted on New Year's Day of 2006, I have yet to show you actual photos of the rain forest in and around Wild Rose Creek, where Mrs. Trowbridge once lived. The photos below are the first images that I have ever posted of this special place in the forest.

My son, Brad and I had come to the Quinault Rain Forest to survey the damage from last year's "storm of the century" that hit the Washington Coast. We were shocked and dismayed to see entire forests brought down by the 100-mile-per-hour-plus winds. The entire mountain of old-growth rain forest south of Lake Quinault Lodge, where President Teddy Roosevelt once stayed, appeared to have been logged off. It was undoubtedly the biggest blow down ever witnessed in the Quinault Rain Forest.

We forgot to bring any kind of time piece on this trek, and our cell phones didn't work in the wilderness, so we couldn't use them to check the time. Have you ever gone for days without knowing what time it is? It's a strange feeling.

WOLF BAR BEFORE - Once a verdant fern glade nestled among the young Douglas firs, Wolf Bar was unrecognizable when we first came upon it. We couldn't even find the spot where we had camped in previous years. The above picture of Wolf Bar was taken in 1992. The photo below shows what it looked like last week. This is where we camped our first night.

WOLF BAR AFTER - The giant sword ferns that were once the trademark of Wolf Bar have been buried under 18 inches of silt from the raging Quinault River that passes nearby. Several lifetimes must pass before the Quinault Rain Forest will be restored to its former splendor. Some of the trees in this forest are large enough to have attained world record status. I don't yet know if some of the world record trees were destroyed by the storm.

Countless thousands of trees were brought down, some caught by the river's flood surge, and carried downstream to form chaotic slash piles all along the course of the river.

As daylight began to wane with the setting sun, the forest took on an eerie blue aura. I looked up river and wondered what tomorrow would bring. We would be exploring Wild Rose Creek, where Mrs. Trowbridge once lived, about two miles up river from Wolf Bar, where this photo was taken.

I awoke the next morning with eager anticipation. The foggy morning mist soon burned off to reveal a splendid day. Upon arriving at Wild Rose Creek, we found more devastation. The creek had been storm-scoured to the extent that a rope ladder was required to descend 25 feet into the creek bed. The dirt and rock on the bank behind the ladder was once covered with lush vegetation.

Exploring the creek further, we found large old growth trees that were effortlessly snapped like twigs by the forces of wind and water. Up to 15 inches of rain fell during this one event!

We continued upstream and finally reached a point where most of the devastation was behind us. This canyon is just downstream from what was once Mrs. Trowbridge's village of Huckleberry Hollow. I was pleased to see that the canyon Mrs. T wrote about in her journal was not severely affected by the storm.

Just as we were about to embark on the second phase of our exploration, ascending above the canyon into Huckleberry Hollow itself, we were approached by two cranky forest rangers who asked us to leave the area immediately. So our exploration of Mrs. Trowbridge's village had come to a sudden halt.

Before we left Wild Rose Creek, the ranger was kind enough to give me a souvenir to remember our trip by---a warning ticket, for trespassing into an area that had been closed-off because of storm damage.

SUMMER STORM

Adverse weather can hit in the wilderness at any time of the year. A few years ago we encountered a snow storm on our way to the summit of Mount Townsend on Fourth of July weekend. People who we met on the trail coming down from the summit described "blizzard conditions" on top. One veteran backpacker told me that he'll hike in rain or snow, but he won't hike in a windstorm. So it was with Mrs. Trowbridge and Woodrow one summer night...

THE FORGOTTEN SKETCHBOOK

Some have asked if Mrs. Trowbridge had any humorous inclinations. That was definitely Woodrow's department. Woodrow, as you may know, was Mrs. T's husband. She once referred to him as "a purveyor of the pun and punchline". So gifted was Woodrow as a humorist that he was the designated master of ceremonies at most of the village functions. His "Why did the snail cross the trail?" jokes evoked snickers throughout the rain forest.

Mrs. T. devoted a number of pages in her journal to an old sketchbook that was buried in the clutter of her parlor. She writes...

WOODROW'S BAKERY

The dwellings and shops of small creatures in rain forest villages were typically built out of sight and away from the dangers of destruction by the hooves and claws of larger mammals. They were often hidden under tree roots and logs. Yet their dwellings were always well-maintained, and often decorated with forest flowers. Woodrow’s shoppe was quite typical in that regard.

The name “Reflection Lake” refers to Woodrow’s place of birth, up the mountain from Huckleberry Hollow. His family moved to Huckleberry Hollow when he was a baby shrew. Woodrow was featured in the very first episode of Trowbridge Chronicles.

Several years ago our expedition to explore Reflection Lake was put on hold when one member of our party became ill, and we were forced to turn back. I have yet to visit Reflection Lake. It's a steep climb...the lake is on top of the mountain.

For those of you who would like to know the identity of the flowers in Mrs. Trowbridge's painting, they are as follows: the hanging basket in the upper right corner contains Smooth Douglasia (Douglasia laevigata); Left window box: Magenta Paintbrush (Castilleja parviflora oreopola) This flower is endemic to the Olympic Mountains; Right window box: Mountain Owl-Clover (Orthocarpus imbricatus); Ground barrels - rear white flowers, left side: American Bistort (Polygonum bistortoids); rear yellow flower: Buttercup (Ranunculus occidentalis); rear purple flower: Fletts Violet (Viola flettii) Endemic to the Olympic Mountains; front barrell: Mountain Oxytropis (Oxytropis monticola); Sign by Huckleberry Hollow Sign Shoppe.