July 25. Day 85.

Hat Creek Rim Viewpoint to Baum Lake (mile 1405.9).

Miles hiked: 28.4.

Got a bit earlier start than normal to beat the heat on the Hat Creek Rim and was hiking by 5:10. The Hat Creek canyon down below was filled with a pale light that showed only broad scale features. Rows of dad hills stacked back to the horizon, bookended to the south by Lassen and the north by Shasta. The trail traced right along the edge of the rim, at times just a couple feet from the edge. Sage and other arid-land shrubs grew out in the rocky flats of the rim and a few Ponderosas formed little groves in the gullies that cut east into the rim and forced the trail to go around.

Sunrise and Shasta and me.

I was happy to have gotten the climb up onto the rim done last night, since I was fresh and fast along the flat rim trail. I made it the 10 or 11 miles to an old partially dismantled fire lookout by 9, and met up with Skeeter Bait and the 2 Shenanigans. We saw there munching snacks and gawking at the expansive view. I think we can see some of the peaks in southern Oregon near Crater Lake from here. Down below the canyon floor is a lava flow with scattered trees growing on the sharp black background.

Now just Shasta without some goofball photobombing.

A few other hikers filtered in to this natural break spot and I filtered out. Now the trail descends down a slanted, narrowing finger of the rim, dropping down to a smaller version of the rim only half as tall. I passed Cache 22, a big water cache along forest road 22, and stocked with many jugs of water and I hear some other goodies. I decided to stick with not using water caches, so just continued on down to the lower rim. Down there in the flats we got a taste of what we mis since the trail makes a big westward swing out west of Shasta. In doing so it goes around a hundred miles or so of low, flat, hot exposed dry grass and shrubland, and instead goes over into the ruggedness of the Trinity Alps and other ruggedness of that twisted pile of   mountain where the top of the Sierra bends over to where the Coast Range of California and the Cascade Range of Oregon and Washington meet.

Looking back south along the rim toward Lassen.

The trail rejoined a lower part of the rim, overlooking more rough lava flow country to the west with a few hardy dry pines and scratchy shrubs. More dime novel Western outlaw type of country. The sort of place people can disappear in whether they want to or not. 

I was getting a bit hangry but pushed to a fence and trail gate that was within 8 miles of the next water, then found a flattish ledge under some low juniper branches and set up for siesta. I laid back on a pile of clothes with my feet up on my backpack, arranged a few bags of snacks on my chest, and enjoyed the view. A bit less hungry, and not at all hangry, I put the food away and had a nap. But with the growing wind and nice shade I actually had to put on my long pants and lay my down jacket over me. I got so thoroughly cooled down that I was a bit shocked to find how hot it was out in the open when I started hiking again around 2. The trail cut down off the rim into the lava flow and the whole entirety of the landscape radiated heat; the sun, the warm dry air, the trees, and especially the black rocks. The sliver of red in my little thermometer expanded up past the 90 tic toward the 95. I did the math in my head: about 7.5 miles, should take 2.5 hours. Just need to put in the time.

Hard country.

Just before the creek which was the next water source, there was a big metal pipe heading down toward Crystal Lake with a hole in it that was spurting an irregular stream of water and mist 6-8 feet straight up. A small group of hikers gathered there in the cool humid air and shade of some oaks and stuck our baked heads and fried dirty feet into the water just and laughed at each other trying to redirect the flow back down into our water bottles. We made it through the second to last big waterless stretch of the trip (there's another up by Crater Lake), and we were all a bit giddy with relief and celebration at passing this challenging landmark.

Baum Lake 

I went another mile and a half to camp with a few others in the dry summer litter of some black oaks and Ponderosas above the shores of Baum Lake. It was a bit of a challenge getting past the reeds and grass and surface moss of this lake, low elevation stuff we're not used to, but eventually I found a little gap in a strip of alders and filled my water bag and sat down in the cool water to scrub off the dirt and recool the core. I saw some new birds for the trip that I wasn't really expecting, the pelicans and cormorants, and also my friends the Song Sparrows and a Belted Kingfisher trying to find a way into the trout hatchery.

It was still only about 7 by the time dinner was made, and I set up the bug net against the few mosquitoes and many flies and had a super relaxing evening reading and eating then talking for a bit with Baggins, a Kiwi I just met yesterday, then falling asleep by 9:30 while trying to write my journal.

Birds:

Northern Flicker 

Spotted Towhee 

Common Raven 

Wrentit 

Rock Wren 

Green-tailed Towhee 

Lesser Goldfinch

Western Scrub-jay

Western Wood-pewee 

Turkey Vulture 

Bushtit 

Oak Titmouse 

Osprey 

American White Pelican 

Canada Goose 

Belted Kingfisher 

Hairy Woodpecker 

Acorn Woodpecker 

Black Phoebe 

Song Sparrow 

Mallard

Marsh Wren

Double-crested Cormorant 

Great Blue Heron 

July 24. Day 84.

Mile 1364.75 to Hat Creek Rim Scenic Viewpoint (mile 1377.5).

Miles hiked: 12.75.

Made the easy gradual 6 miles in to Old Station by 8 or so, down through pine forest along Hat Creek. The one thing of note from the morning is that it was cold again, 35 F by my cheep little thermometer, and I hiked the first couple miles in my down jacket and all the way to town in my long pants. Funny to think that I was planning to bounce both of those items ahead to Crater Lake just a couple days ago when it was too hot to get inside my sleeping bag at night and I would start hiking in shorts and rolled up sleeves.

I talked to Libby from the outskirts of town and got validation for my new pack plan, which is something I sometimes need. Then I headed to the small cluster of buildings along hwy 44/89 that is greater Old Station. There's a little Post Office and a General Store/deli/campground office, and a few out buildings, and the highway bridge over the creek, and I think that's pretty much it. The P.O. doesn't open until 11 so I tried to get started on ordering the new pack but the phone service was pretty slow so when a couple other hikers flagged down a hitch up the road a few miles to JJ's Cafe, I quickly hopped up and threw my pack in the back of the pick-up and even got shotgun. Total mooch.

At JJ's I was maybe a bit closer to the one cell tower in this half of the county and was able to get all the info I needed and called to order the pack. I felt a big sense of relief making the order, and celebrated inside the cafe with a big plate of French toast and a sausage patty and a bunch of bitter diner coffee.

I tried hitching back to the post office for a half hour but had no luck and gave up. There's really not much I'd rather not do than stand in the hot sun choking down exhaust and road dust and getting blasted by 60 mph shockwaves and not getting picked up. Call me spoiled with my whole life with bike or car-access to get places quickly, but life's too short for that shit. I went back to the cafe and sort of cornered some nice folks I was joking with inside and got myself a ride. 

Back in downtown Old Station I got my food box and new insoles and sorted my stuff then sort of realized that it kind of made sense to stay most of the day here then hike out in the cool of the evening, since the new pack won't get to Burney Falls, only about 45 miles up the trail, for another 3 days.

'Bout time.

So I got a 12 pack of Coors to keep myself occupied and make friends with and settled in for the long haul. I loitered around the deli/general store for a few hours, hanging out with various waves of hikers as they came through, and managing to talk myself into a burger and milkshake. Then once afternoon rolled around and it got a bit hot I relocated under the highway bridge with my beer and read some Hemingway for a couple hours while some families caught trout on worms from the creek.

Hobo siesta spot.

Around 5 I got back to walking and cruised the 4 miles to Subway Cave. Actually I probably didn't cruise, but rather just sort of bumbled along as a result of drinking beer all day long. Subway Cave is a big lava tube you can walk through, and it is also the last water and thus jumping off point for the Hat Creek Rim, a 29.4 mile waterless stretch of trail high up and exposed and hot and sunny along the edge of a creek-eroded lava flow. Skeeter Bait and Mananigans/Henanigans were there and we hung out polishing off the rest of my beer the. More and more hikers showed up and most were camping there and it got a little hard to leave but eventually at 8 I headed out and got 3-4 miles up onto the Hat Creek Rim to the viewpoint. Way off to the northwest Mt Shasta could finally be seen, a broad dark wedge piercing up through a band of clouds in front of the orange sunset. I made camp in the lee of a rock wall and found one more stray beer in my pack that fizzed something fierce when I opened it and sat on a concrete bench watching it get dark and hooting hello to the couple night hikers who passed. 

First look at Shasta.

Birds:

Common Poorwill 

Common Raven 

Hammond's Flycatcher 

Western Wood-pewee 

Brown Creeper 

Steller's Jay 

Northern Flicker 

Oregon Junco 

Osprey 

Bushtit 

Spotted Towhee 

July 23. Day 83.

Mile 1342.75 to 1364.75.

Miles hiked: 22 - you see how I hiked just the right distance to make the math easy? Will probably try to do that from now on.

I heard that same baby train locomotive noise again this morning, but still couldn't figure out what it is. It really sounds like some big mammal, like a cow or maybe an elk.  I had a tough time getting going this morning, slow to get out of bed, but once I got past that hurdle I packed and got walking pretty quickly (mosquitoes helped). Missing my afternoon nap lately on these longer days is starting to catch up with me.

Got hiking and was stoked to see nighthawks swooping right through he forest just 20 feet over my head. I passed into Lassen National Park and soon took the short spur trail down to Terminal Geyser. I'm not sure if this geyser ever gushes like Old Faithful; when I was there it was billowing an impressive amount of steam which glowed in the sunrise and filtered the low sunlight into ever shifting rays. The main show was from a house sized hole in the ground; I got as close as I dared to the edge but still couldn't see exactly the hole the steam came from, since it was so thick and at times totally enveloped me when the wind shifted. The next thermal wonder to see was Boiling Lake, which involved an alternate trail to the official PCT, but which is the same distance. The lake is a few acres and is the sort of light green you only see in these places with so many minerals and such coming up hot from deep in the earth. Bubbles burst on he surface but I think these are just steam bubbles coming from the bottom, rather than the lake actually boiling. Around the shore are bubbling mud pots and red cracked earth with dried white crust. These are really the only two thermal features to see along the PCT through all of the National Park, so I'm really glad I made these side trips.

Sunrise steam at Terminal Geyser.

Boiling Lake 

After Boiling Lake it was just another mile or so to Drakesbad Ranch, which is a private concession inside the park operating as a guest lodge with all sorts of activities for guests to do: horse rides, hikes, badminton, a pool slightly heated I guess by some thermal activity. It's just a half mile or so off the trail, and they actually let PCT hikers come use all the facilities only for the price of a meal. Hikers just have to go through the buffet line after all the guests have eaten, and I got there a bit early so sat with a great cup of coffee with real milk and shot the shit with other hikers waiting. Eventually we were loosed on the food and the busy but super friendly staff had a hard time keeping things stocked. There was granola and fruit and toast and yogurt and cottage cheese at the buffet, and we also had a plate of eggs and hash browns made. After eating I made my way down to the shower building and really went to town on the 10 days of trail grim, making myself bleed in a few spots. They even have nice full sized clean towels for us to use; they're old and with some holes and a bit off white, not like the ones the guests get, but all the hikers seemed to think this was totally appropriate and really loved having them. Then it was up to the free laundry machine, and all the while my phone and battery were charging. This place has pretty much everything a hiker could want except a store to buy resupply stuff, but you can send boxes to them. 

Drakesbad hiker scene.

After everything was cleaned and charged and a couple little holes in some socks were patched and some more shit was shot I got back on the trail feeling really refreshed. It was good to get all this town stuff done, because Old Station, where I'll get a box tomorrow, looks pretty small and may not have all these services.

The trail climbed up through more thick forest, this time mostly Lodgepole and white fir and a few cedars, and traversed the low rolling country around the east and north of Lassen Peak. It was another quiet afternoon, wildlife-wise, and in stead of counting trees my mind wandered to my gear. Things are all working quite well except for one important item: my backpack (I know this might make some of you who know about my "thing" with backpacks chuckle; I guess I have sort of a lot). I think I mentioned that it didn't carry the bear can very well. I thought that once I got rid of the can everything would go back to how it was before the Sierra, but the pack has just become less and less comfortable, even with the lighter loads now with resupply towns closer together. It already had some minor issues with the bottom of the frame stay wearing through near waist belt. Its now developed a sort of tilt to the right, which Ive been trying to fix with different packing schemes and strap adjustments for a few hundred miles, with no luck. I've compensated for this tilt by having the shoulder straps sort of off center on my shoulders, the right one is almost on my neck while the left is way to the outside. The other day when I had an itch on my left shoulder, my finger went right through my shirt, and closer inspection revealed a whole patch of rotten fabric, while the other side still seems like all the rest of the shirt; so it seems I'm carrying most of the weight on my left shoulder. The last couple days the frame has really started sticking into my back. And there are a couple other minor issues. Just one or two of these problems might be tolerable (I've dealt with some for hundreds of miles), but the issues are starting to add up and I'm starting to think about switching to pretty much the most popular pack in the trail, the ULA Circuit. I talked to a few people with these packs (and a couple other ULA models) today And tried one on. The main difference from my pack is that there is more padding on the back, waist belt, and shoulder straps, and the suspension system is just a bit heavier duty. 

Uneven stains and wear from my pack.

But I sort of hate to get a new pack. The pack part is still in excellent shape, and I don't want to be a wasteful consumer. I've also become sort of attached to this pack; we've done a lot of miles together. And I also wonder if maybe I'm just being a big sissy about it; maybe it's not as  bad as I think, maybe I'm just a little bit bored with my kit and want to mix things up some.

But there are a lot of miles left to go. Even though I expect the second half of the miles to take 2 months in stead of 3, I still have a lot of long days under the pack. Being comfortable during those days has a high value to me. 

It's a hard decision and I'm still not totally sure, but I'm getting closer to making the switch.

After having another early dinner along the shore of a beautiful blue lake the trail passed through a burned area for several miles. This was again a bit repetitive, but as it was now getting into the evening more birds were coming out. Lots of birds seemed to be out with their fledglings in the burned area, and I guess the dead trees must now have a lot of insects living in them. Plenty of juncos, of course, but also Hairy Woodpecker and Mountain Bluebird  families and a hatch year Black-headed Grosbeak (apparently independent) and several Western Tanagers maybe upset with the woodpecker family moving through. Now my mind wandered to the fact that there isn't really a good natural history guide for the trail; perhaps a project to undertake.

I made it just outside the National Park boundary, and within about 6 miles of Old Station, before finding a little spot to roll out my bed a the edge of a burned young tree farm overlooking a hillside of scrub and far hills of trees as the sun set through a clear sky. As I sat eating cookies I heard the baby locomotive again, and it finally clicked that I always hear it at the same time that Common Nighthawks are overhead. Sure enough when I checked my bird app there is another call they make, and this was it! It sounded so un-bird-like to me, for some reason, that the thought just hadn't occurred.

As darkness fell a deer walked a circle around my camp 50 feet away and some Canada Geese flew overhead. And the half moon followed the set sun down toward a sparsely forested ridge. And I ate more cookies.

Birds:

Common Nighthawk 

Hermit Thrush 

Fox Sparrow 

Hairy Woodpecker 

Brown Creeper 

Northern Flicker 

American Robin 

Oregon Junco 

Mountain Chickadee 

Western Wood-pewee 

Steller's Jay

Red-breasted Nuthatch 

Cassin's Finch 

Gray Jay

Mountain Bluebird 

Black-headed Grosbeak- hatch year 

Western Tanager 

Canada Goose

Green-tailed Towhee 

July 22. Day 82.

Mile 1313.3 to 1342.75.

Miles hiked: 29.45.

Woke around midnight to the patter of raindrops on my sleeping bag and other stuff. Must keep the feathers dry! I pulled out my tarp and draped it over myself and the little bags of things around me. Using my extensive training as a meteorologist, I deduced that since I could see stars just to the west, it would probably quit raining in a minute or two. When it hadn't quit in 5 or 10, I decided I better just get up and pitch the tarp for real. That done I got back to sleep with some reading, and woke to a pretty dry camp since the rain did end up stopping soon after the tarp was up then a dry wind continued through the night. A few hikers who'd smoked some pot for dessert had the serenity of mind and calmness of heart to sleep right through the rain, without having to wake and set up shelter.

Lassen getting closer.

Continued along the open volcanic ridge for a few miles, with long views back south all the way to the Sierra Buttes and finally good clear looks at Lassen Peak and the surrounding mountains which from my angle clearly used to be one big tall volcanic cone. There was cell service in places along the ridge and I spent a bit of time confirming the Post Office hours in Old Station, my next resupply stop, and also make arrangements to have breakfast tomorrow at Drakesbad Resort.

Made it down to the PCT midpoint marker, which is actually about 5 miles before the current half way point, around 10. I didn't really feel some huge sense of relief or accomplishment or emotion at reaching his point, but for the rest of the day the walking seemed really easy and my feet hardly hurt either, so maybe there was some psychological benefit to being "over the hump".

Like yesterday, there were a lot of trees blown down across the trail today. The main reason this is interesting is that there were also signs every few miles saying that the Backcountry Horsemen of Butte County are responsible for maintaining this section of trail. No where else on the trail yet have here been such signs. I sort of wondered if some rival county horse club might have put up the signs as a joke. But then, at a trailhead down by hwy 36, I ran into the Horsemen saddling up and getting ready to head south to start work. They even had a bunch of backyard-grown citrus and stone fruits for hikers. Turns out they were short a couple volunteers this year and are a bit behind schedule.

BIG tree in the trail.

The next several miles past hwy 36 were really easy through gently rolling private timber land with a few interpretive signs about forest management. I'm not sure if it was the halfway point or the grapefruit and nectarine or just the easy soft trail, but pretty much all parts of me felt better than they have in a couple days. I also mixed up he routine a bit and had dinner around 5 when I crossed the N. Fork of the Feather River again. Stopping half way through the last 10 miles of a high-20's day made those last miles so much easier. I camped up on a ridge 4 or so miles short of Drakesbad, with Common Nighthawks swooping around overhead and what sounded like a baby train locomotive who lost its mother out blowing its little whistle in the forest.

Birds:

Steller's Jay 

Brown Creeper 

Oregon Junco 

American Robin 

Hairy Woodpecker - fledglings

Mountain Chickadee 

Common Poorwill 

Olive-sided Flycatcher 

Red-breasted Nuthatch 

Green-tailed Towhee-fledglings

Yellow-rumped Warbler 

Black-backed Woodpecker 

Hermit Thrush 

Fox Sparrow 

Nashville Warbler 

Common Nighthawk 

July 21. Day 81.

Indian Creek to mile 1313.3.

Miles hiked: 27.9.

It was a bit too warm to really be in my sleeping bag and I ended up having ants and who knows what else crawling over me through the night, so didn't sleep as well as I'd have liked. Got walking by 5:30, starting the climb from 2,200 feet back up into the 6,000 foot range. It was a little muggy but the trail climbed the eastern side of a side canyon to the main Feather River canyon and thus didn't get direct sunlight for quite a while. We followed along Chips Creek for about 10 miles, and most of the climbing was the normal well-graded PCT stuff we're used to. But once we crossed from Plumas into Lassen National Forest, things got a bit steeper until the trail climbed yet another side canyon up into a meadow then up onto the shoulder of Frog Peak.

Came down that hill on the other side yesterday. 

From there I could see the first good view of Lassen Peak, now just a handful of days walking away. There is quite a bit of smoke or valley smog so it still wasn't a great look, but still good to see. 

First good look at Lassen.

I'd been leapfrogging with Good Time Grant and Starburst all morning, and at Frog Spring I talked with them some about their work on container ships. I also saw Shenanigans several times today, first time since before Sonora Pass.

Frog Spring, cold and delicious.

From Frog Peak the trail did another 10 or so miles along a broad ridge through forest too thick to see through but still sparse enough to let in enough sun to be pretty warm. There wasn't much bird or other wildlife activity in the heat of the day, and I don't really even remember much of what I thought about. Just plain and simple walking in the woods.

I had afternoon siesta at Cold Spring, where a pipe coming up out of the ground gushes into a trough and a big chunk of meadow has been closed off from cows, I guess, with a split rail fence.

Eventually late in the day the trail came out of the woods onto a stunning volcanic ridge with red and brown rock formations. I could see Lassen again and also what I'm pretty sure is Lake Almanor off the the east, and more rolling green mountains in all directions. I continued along this ridge another 7 miles, enjoying warming light of the sinking sun. 

I finally got to my camp spot around 8. There is a spur trail off the ridge a whopping 0.3 miles to get water, which is a long long way. I dropped my pack and went down for water then came back up and set up camp in a saddle of the ridge with several other hikers.

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It's come to my attention from multiple sources that I wasn't totally clear what my trail name is. I am Chilly Willy, which is turning out to be a fun name that generally makes people smile.

Birds:

Western Wood-pewee 

Black-headed Grosbeak 

Spotted Towhee 

American Robin 

Bewick's Wren 

Acorn Woodpecker 

Steller's Jay

Northern Flicker 

Mourning Dove 

Wrentit 

Band-tailed Pigeon 

Lewis's Woodpecker- nest with chicks

Warbling Vireo 

Pacific Wren 

Canyon Wren

Hairy Woodpecker 

Brown Creeper 

Red-breasted Nuthatch 

Pileated Woodpecker 

Wilson's Warbler 

Golden-crowned Kinglet 

Yellow-rumped Warbler 

Green-tailed Towhee 

Olive-sided Flycatcher 

Chipping Sparrow 

Townsend's Solitaire 

Mountain Chickadee- fledgling 

Common Nighthawk 

Common Poorwill 

July 20. Day 80.

Lookout Rock to Indian Creek (mile 1285.4).

Miles hiked: 28.15.

Didn't sleep real well with the lumpy sloping spot I decided to set my bed up on last night. Woke up to a flat orange dome of red and orange all across the eastern sky, fading upward to pale blue then back to the dark purple of predawn. I also woke to a bit of a hiking hangover, tired, sore, and with a headache. I guess I pushed it a bit farther than I was ready for yesterday. I took advantage of the cell signal and ordered some new insoles to replace the current ones that now have about 900 miles on them and are starting to crack and not give enough support, then headed on down the trail.

Sugar pine cone.

Much of the day was in thick forest of big sugar pine and white fir with not much of a view and just a lot of walking. Sort of a "pine tunnel" day. But the trail did emerge out onto open ridges now and then, and there were occasional breaks in the trees when I could see off toward the east and north to more green hills and mountains. In the immediate foreground, I saw a few families of Nashville Warblers out running errands in some sparse low pine and scruby oak.

Silver Lake.

For a few miles the trail traced along the edge of a steep drop off down to granite basins with blue lakes; perhaps the last visible vestiges of the Sierra pluton as it tilts down below the southern foot of the Cascades and the "Klamath Knot" (a great book). 

The trail in this national forest (Plumas) is marked with plain diamonds of metal nailed to trees. For a few miles hikers have used these markers as a sort of acronym Mad Libs and written various things starting with PCT: Post Chipmunk Trauma, Pterodactyls Challenge Triceratops, etc. if I had a pen handy and felt like adding my hand to the defacing of these markers I probably would have written Pinkies Clump Together or something really clever like that. Eventually it devolved somewhat into just randomness, with things like "eyes on the trail" and "marry me!"

Somewhere in there I had to pull over and take a nap, and afterward I felt a bit better and more prepared for the -0 mile, 3,000+ foot descent down to Belden. The trail emperor rom the forest out into chinquapin, manzanita and more of this really cool shrub oak with oval leaves that I don't know. Big granite boulders and piles of big granite boulders stuck up from the scrub here and there and similar shaped thunder clouds built overhead. Down down down again; 3 hours of really descending, with the last 2 just on narrow switchbacks into some short pine and black oak forest.

Looking northeast from near the top of the Feather R. canyon.

Finally down to Belden along the North Fork of the Feather River and Hwy 70 and some train tracks, all crammed into a narrow canyon. The town was trying to recover from a weekend rave, which apparently happens pretty regularly through the summer and may be Belden's last hope for staying afloat. At least in the state it was when I walked through, it seems to be a town dedicated to these "music festivals". Big piles of trash and delirious people were scattered around, with some of the later sort of cleaning up some of the former. 

Trail heading down down down.

I called the local trail angels who are the resupply box receiver in this neck of the woods and also let hikers stay at their place. They were full for the night, but still agreed to drive my box the mile down the road. By the time I got the box and sorted trash and food and had a quick dip in the river and ate some dinner and talked to Libby and uploaded blog posts it was pretty close to dark. I definitely wasn't going to camp out in town amongst the leftovers of the rave (I'm glad someone is doing stuff like this, but also glad it doesn't have to be me), so I headed up the trail another mile and made camp damn near on the trail where it widens and crosses a bridge over a little creek hat should be loud enough to drown out whatever sounds come up from town and the highway.

What happens in Belden, stays in Belden. Unless you leave evidence of it hanging on the outhouse.

Birds:

Fox Sparrow 

Olive-sided Flycatcher 

Oregon Junco 

Western Wood-pewee 

Mountain Chickadee 

Brown Creeper 

Red-breast Nuthatch 

White-headed Woodpecker 

American Robin 

Steller's Jay 

Northern Flicker 

Band-tailed Pigeon 

Hermit Thrush 

Nashville Warbler 

Orange-crowned Warbler 

Green-tailed Towhee 

Hammond's Flycatcher 

Selasphorus hummer

Golden-crowned Kinglet 

Yellow-rumped Warbler

Western Kingbird