I just thought I'd add that the Peter Grubb Hut didn't actually disappear, Donielle and I were just talking too much to notice that in three years more trees had grown up around the cabin and we walked right past it. also no, we didn't forget the stroller behind the tree, I pulled it empty the rest of the way down the mountain. Just thought I'd tie up the loose ends. Let me know if I forgot any others. P.S. as a historical note, that sunday that we were there,(June 26th) there was an earthquake of 4.8 right near us, that shook the cabin so much I thought there was an avalanche coming down the valley.

Our weekend

This past Sunday after church Donielle and Sam and I went on a hike to Round valley near Truckee, Ca and we had a great time. The trail we chose is a shortcut of the Pacific Crest Trail using a four-wheel-drive road till it meets up with the trail at Andesite Ridge. We decided to try to take the regular stroller for Sam, since he is more comfortable in it than the hiking stroller, and we had just used it on a trail a few weeks ago and it did fine, but this trail was definitely a made for four-wheel-drive which left Sam bouncing around, and the strollers wheels bending in ways they weren’t supposed to. We got to the end of the road and decided to fold up the stroller and hide it behind a dead tree to continue up the trail. We made it to the top so quickly we didn’t want to go back yet. Sam got in his pack and up we went another 124 feet to the summit were we could see both valleys on either side of us. Donielle and I talked about the last time we hiked in to the Peter Grubb hut a little more than three years ago. We planned to hike in to the cabin early Saturday morning, enjoy the day reading and cook an elaborate meal, then spend the next day doing the same before hiking out in the afternoon. We hadn’t expected snow to cover ¾ of the length of the trail in the end of June. Instead of our quick hike, we spent 10 hours hiking, backtracking, stopping to read the map, and sliding around in the snow. By the time we got to Andesite Ridge, that day we were exhausted and there was the first hint that we were running out of daylight. The trail was nowhere to be seen, but we were at the top lip of the bowl of Round Valley were the cabin should have been. As we were studying the map two guys that weren’t dressed for the snow came running over the top of the ridge where we had just come from with there backpacks and they looked like this was the easiest hike ever. We were worried about making it to the still unseen cabin, but they just plowed right on down the hill without the trail. We finally made it to the cabin just after dark, and had a chance to talk with them. They took the easy trail, the same one we took this time. As we got down into the valley this time, we walked till we were sure the cabin had to have been just around the next corner, but then the valley started turning into forest again. We decided that even though we were sure we were close that we’d better just sit down and eat our lunch so we could start to head back out. After I ate a bit, I climbed up a large rock outcropping to see if there was another trail nearby, or perhaps we hiked into the wrong valley, but it all seemed too familiar to be wrong. As I climbed down I saw two other hikers looking at a map. I said hello and asked “Are you guys looking for the Peter Grubb Hut too?”, and they were. They had hiked around Castle Peak and were on there way out, but wanted to stop by the hut before they left, but they couldn’t find it either. It was starting to get dark so we all packed up and started back. At first they other couple was ahead of us on the trail but they waited at the top of the ridge to make sure they had good directions back to their car, because they didn’t have a flashlight. We told them that the Pacific Crest Trail winds around more and is harder to find, so they should just go down the 4x4 trail with us and we’d give them a ride. At first they said they would try to find the trail, but six or seven minutes later we heard them behind us and stopped to let them catch up. We talked about other fun trails, and their kids who are 18, and 21, and of course Sam who was being such a good boy the whole trip. Even hiking in the dark was fun.