We dozed for another hour and a half until 4:30 or 4:45-ish when it went off again. At that point, it was time just just give up on sleeping anymore and get up and around.
There was too much fog and mist for there to be a sunrise, so we bundled up, packed our gear, and made the slick climb down the ladder and onto the rocks.
The hike down out of the tower was wet, slick, foggy, and all around mystical. I felt like I was in a fantasy movie of some sort, just waiting to round a corner and find myself face-to-face with a dragon.
It was a long hike and my knee was hurting, but I enjoy going down quite a bit. I just wish I could have run some of it.
We made it down by about 8, threw our stuff in the car, and made for the showers. After that, breakfast (okay more like brunch).
Breanna was nearly falling asleep at the table (I think I was the only person in the tower to get a good night's rest), but Matt had one more adventure in mind.
The Snoqualmie Tunnel is 2 miles long and over 200 years old. It used to be a railway tunnel, but now it's used for walking and biking.
It was super cool to walk through, and long enough that you could barely see the other end when you stood at either entrance. Listening to the water drip, and watching our breath cloud up in the beam of Matt's headlamp, it felt like we were in another world.
It was totally work the four miles down and back, even if my knee was killing me by the time we got back to the car.
When we got home, I had a nap while Matt and Breanna unpacked the car. Then it was pizza for dinner, and an evening of relaxation and recovery. Seven miles is a lot to do in one day, when you're not used to it.
Tomorrow, we pack up Olga and say farewell to Matt and to Washington. I can't wait to come back.
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