Townsend to Buckhorn Ridge Run

Looks like ridge running is back on the menu, boys

The first true weekend of summer has brought record breaking heat to Washington and Oregon. I planned to head over to the peninsula to stay with my grandparents on the water and do some more exploration in the NE Olympics. The NE Olympics are dry, high peaks with excellent ridge lines that melt out earlier than most of the Cascades, thus providing great early season ridge running. I planned a route from Mt. Townsend to Buckhorn Mountain and convinced Will, Sam, and Tyler to make the trek out there with me.

We drove out Friday night and slept at the the Tubal Cain trailhead. It was a warm evening, probably in the 60s with a light breeze, but I discovered that the moving blanket I had picked up from my grandparents provided no real insulation! During a record breaking heat wave, I ironically slept surprisingly poorly due to being cold until I wrapped another tarp around myself to cut the wind. I will not make the same mistake next time…

We woke up at 3 am and were moving by 3:30 to get an early start with the heat. A few hundred yards up the road, we turned onto the Dirty Face ridge trail. It was muggy already under the moonlight, but brief views of the orange glow on the eastern horizon promised a beautiful sunrise.

We took the small spur trail that leads to the North Townsend summit. The entire skyline of the Cascades, from BC to Rainier, was lit with a burning yellow orange. The light reflected off the intricate network of bodies of water, inlets, and islands of Puget Sound. We could see the shapes of distant peaks which had previously stood upon, and the ripples of wind on the water miles below. I had seen great mountain sunrises before, but nothing truly this vibrant and magical.

The glow.
And the show.
Running the ridge in the pre-dawn light.

We jogged between the two summits of Townsend as we watched the colors go from a burning orange to cotton candy pink and purple. Rays of light burst through the gaps in the distant Picket Range and then dawn was upon us.

Tyler gazes out towards Seattle.
Sunrise over the Pickets, with Baker on the left.
Beautiful backlit sky to the southeast.

It is remarkable how something so simple can be so powerful, how something so familiar can feel so new, how something so complex can be so universal. Familiar faces, new places, wide open spaces. This was the return of adventure running, in all its splendid glory. Nine months ago I injured myself and was forced to change how I moved in the mountains, how I ration my body, how I think about vert and impact. For nine months I had been waiting for this moment. Skiing is great and all, but nothing feels as simple and free as running. It was great to be back.

The light is upon us, and it is time to go.
That PNW Magic.

We could have stayed true to the ridge over Welch Peaks and Silver Lake Peaks, but with the heat, it made more sense to take the trail down to Silver Lake and fill up on water before continuing to Hawk Peak. The air was absolutely frigid around Silver Lake, which was a great welcome.

Calm morning at Silver Lake.

We continued up easy snowfields and bursting meadows to the Hawk / Silver Lake Peak saddle.

The crew hiking above Silver Lake.
Morning light on Silver Lake and Mt. Townsend.

From the saddle, we followed a climber’s trail that wrapped around to the left, avoiding the worst of the jumbled ridge on Hawk. Eventually, we turned directly uphill to reach the summit of Hawk Peak.

“Hey, Tyler, go stand on top of that rock!”
The rare photo of me, with Constance.
Descending from Hawk Peak.

We were moving well and continued easily from Hawk over to Worthington. Worthington looks intimidating from afar, but it is easy to weave between the cliffs mostly at class 2.

Looking at Worthington. It is pretty easy to weave between the steeper bluffs.
Little blossoms.

At what I thought would be the summit of Worthington, we actually saw that the true summit was a ways further westward. The traverse between the two summits looked steep and craggy, but manageable.

Looking to the true summit of Worthington.

I love route finding across ridges like this. Up and down, left and right. Towers, gullys, slabs, ledges that go. It is a constant puzzle that requires focus and exploration. I have found that Olympic ridges provide some of the best non technical ridge scrambling in the state, despite their reputation for poor rock. I have found that the rock is usually solid where it needs to be and fractures in ways that always allow passage at fourth class or easier.

Moving efficiently through complex terrain.
Sam making some down climbing moves.

The group was quiet, as we all spaced out and were focused, weaving our way through the rock. We were able to stay remarkably close to the true ridgeline, never deviating by more than 10-15 feet. This section between the Worthington summits was fantastic, probably the best scrambling of the entire route.

Townsend is already a long ways away!

The traverse over to Iron goes across a broad, open tundra meadow with weird rocks jutting out of the land at all different angles. It was such a dramatic landscape, very beautiful and unique.

Sam is all smiles atop Worthington.
Running off Worthington, with Constance and Warrior in the distance.

Iron Mountain is yet another long, complex ridge. The scrambling was generally good here also. Will commented how all the scrambling and peak bagging reminded him of the Teanaway Traverse, which we both did last summer.

Will watches Sam straddle a particularly exposed part.
Tyler moving along the ridge.

While the south side of this ridge is generally a long, complex system of ribs, towers, and gullies, the exposure off to the north was constantly impressive and steep.

Such gnarly terrain!

From Iron, we sized up NE Buckhorn. This was supposedly the crux. The descent off Iron was the worst of the day – 6 to 12 inch rocks that you could count on neither to stay in place nor move. Then there was some ugly Olympic shale down at the saddle.

We climbed generally more on the left side of this photo.

We descended a ways and then climbed up a dirty class 4 gully to a patch of trees. Although this might not have been the technical crux of the traverse, it was definitely the mental crux because the rock was crumbly and it was rather sustained for 40 ft.

Will moves through the crux.

Above that, it was generally pleasant 2nd and 3rd class scrambling on monolithic rock to the summit.

Looking across to the true summit of Buckhorn.

We were all getting tired of scrambling, and fortunately, there was just one peak left to scramble! The descent down NE Buckhorn was a little annoying in places, but not as bad as Iron. The the climb up Buckhorn was pleasant and solid. We reached the summit about 7 and a half hours after starting our day!

Townsend is all the way to the left, beneath Baker. We came a long ways!
Will and Sam being goofballs.

During the entire traverse, a breeze had kept temperatures reasonable. But we were nearly all out of water and so it was time to get going before the afternoon heat moved in.

Running down Buckhorn Mountain.

The incredibly long, gradual descent from Buckhorn down the Tubal Cain trail has to be one of the best running descents in the state. The trail is remarkably well graded and rock free for its entirety and the views are sweeping. My knees had been hurting during the last few peaks of the traverse from all the dynamic movements, but I found that I could actually run down pain free if I kept my pace easy, thanks to the well maintained trail! However, my running fitness is pretty poor compared to these guys, so they quickly left me behind.

Down the Tubal Cain!

We hit our first running stream around 5500 ft and gorged ourselves in water. I dunked my shirt, my hat and prepared for the long, hot descent. Will took a detour to Buckhorn Lake to jump in, while the rest of us just headed out.

Copper Creek was nice and cool, but the air temperature got very hot as the trail left the bottom of the valley. Fortunately, there were many seasonal water sources to dunk our heads in and stay cool. Right as we arrived back at the cars, we heard footsteps behind us and Will caught up to us! Perfect timing!

The Townsend to Buckhorn Ridge Run was an incredibly fun day with an awesome group! At times, I have felt pessimistic about my ability to run and move quickly through the mountains this summer due to my injury. Although today was not pain free, it was reassuring to know that I will still be able to get out and do the things I love this summer. Let the ridge running begin!


  • Our route was about 19 miles and 8k ft gain. It took us a little over 9 hours.
  • This route required a lot of class 3-4 scrambling and route finding. Generally, we just stayed close to the crest and rarely had to drop more than 20 ft down to bypass difficulties. If you do not like extended scrambling, you might not like this route. To bypass all class 3 challenges would require dropping a thousand feet down to the south at times.
  • There was not really any time that we felt we needed helmets. Since we were on ridges, we were rarely on top of each other, and when we were, we just communicated and were careful to not trigger rock fall on each other.
  • The closest comparison to this route is the Teanaway Traverse. The stats are very similar. Overall, it felt like there was more scrambling in this route and the route finding was at times slightly trickier. The Teanaway had consistently better rock and had better bail options.
  • Minimal snow travel so no snow gear needed.
  • There was no running water between the meadows above Silver Lake and the 5500 ft meadows on the Tubal Cain trail.
  • This part of the Olympics is relatively dry and melts out early. On a typical year, I am guessing this route would be good from early to mid June all the way until the first snowfall.
  • The sunrise from Townsend was most definitely worth the early wakeup!

5 thoughts on “Townsend to Buckhorn Ridge Run”

  1. Awesome trip! What camera do you typically carry in big run days like this? Photos look incredible.

    1. It’s the only camera I own, the SonyA6000. Except when I run I just use the kit lens, which is very compact.

  2. Thanks for the trip idea! I did pretty much what you did. Sometimes we went 30-50 ft south of the ridge and skipped some of the harder scrambling to make sure we kept up a good pace. I would go back and stay high instead of dropping to Silver Lake. After at Hawk I noticed that the backsides of those high points appeared to be walk offs and it might have been easier staying on the ridge.

    1. Very true, I just went down to Silver Lake because we needed to refill on water on what would be a 100F day in Seattle!

  3. This is on my list. Was up on Townsend and Welch peaks last summer. I will shoot for hawk and worthington thanks for the trip idea This years project is going to entail replicating some of my grandfather’s climbs and hopefully first accents

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