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Williwaw Lakes Hiking Trail
The
Chugach mountains consist of s pines of craggy peaks with U shaped
valleys between them, carved out by glaciers that have long since
disappeared. The Williwaw
Lakes trail provides a very similar type of hike to Symphony and Eagle
lakes, but the trail is a bit shorter and there are more lakes and
streams to camp near. Buzzkill
joined me for an overnight excursion. The altitude
climb is much more than Eagle and Symphony, too, but this also provides
some amazing vistas. Although we met several people along
the path, there were not nearly as many as we typically meet on the
Symphony & Eagle Lake trail.
This surprised us, since Williwaw Lakes lies in Anchorage's back
yard. If you like to eat blueberries when you go hiking,
definitely do this one in late August.
Williwaw lakes can be reached from two different
trailheads: The Glen Alps Trailhead and
the Prospect Heights Trailhead.
The described path we took begins at Glen Alps. Whichever
trailhead adventurers choose, parking costs $5 per day. State
passes can be displayed on vehicles to avoid the charge.
Explorers can camp anywhere inside the park.
However, the most desirable places are located in flat areas above
and near water sources. We
point out several that looked good to us as we were exploring.
There are toilets at the trailheads, but no other amenities. Water
can be drawn out of the lakes, but be sure to filter/treat the water
before consumption.
Click here to jump to the Williwaw Lakes Topo Map. From the Glen Alps Trailheads parking lot: Find the beginning of the trail just to the left of the
wooden stairs. The trail
begins with a descent into the valley to the north.
At mile .48 hikers will come to Powerline Pass.
This is a popular bicycling route.
Turn right and head up the pass.
At mile .61 turn left on Middle Fork Loop Trail.
The trail drops down to its lowest point at mile
.91 where a bridge crosses Campbell Creek's south fork.
A wooden walkway keeps feet dry for the marshy area of the valley
floor.
At mile 1.13 there
stands a post with no sign. Take
the trail to the right and head up the slope.
This is the only tough climb of the hike and it is less than a
mile.
At mile 1.94 we reached the top of the steep climb
and so we stopped for lunch. The
cool breeze on our sweaty clothes cooled us off fast.
I quickly donned my polar fleece top, hat and mittens. We
had fun watching the ground squirrels popping up and chattering at us.
At mile 3.29 we reached the first small lake.
The area was rocky but there appeared to be a couple good places
to camp.
At mile 3.49 we reached an overlook of 3 lakes. I
could have stayed here for hours just admiring the view in all
directions. Looking down ahead of us was a bird's eye view of the
strange and wonderful landscape below, as well as the rocky peaks
surrounding us. Cell phone
service ends here. From
here we dropped down the steep slope to the first small lake below.
Right at the bottom of the steep slope just before the lake we
found bountiful patches of blueberry bushes.
We met up with Debbie and Layne and the four of us spent some
time consulting maps and eating blueberries.
Layne and Debbie are local Anchorage residents out for a day
hike. They spoiled us with some carrots and peas they had brought
fresh from their garden.
At mile 4.19 we found a good place to camp next to
a lake.
We named mile 4.43
"Wishful thinking spur" as it led to a dead end.
Turn left and head down into the ravine. When you arrive at
the bottom near the lakes you can turn right to go to the Williwaw Lakes
or left to loop back around the mountain to the trailheads.
At mile 4.77 we found good camp spots right next to
the trail on both sides. In this section of the route we saw ptarmigan
on our way out just before the first lake.
At mile 4.91 we crossed a boulder field.
At mile 5.23 a waterfall view appeared on the right
just as we arrived at the first Williwaw Lake on the left.
After you pass the first lake, if you want to
continue to the lakes at the higher altitudes, cross the creek before
going up the hill. Continue
on the trail on the other side.
We continued to follow the trail keeping the creek
to our left. The trail
became sketchy through a marshy section and then abruptly ended.
We should have crossed the creek after passing the first Williwaw
lake. We crossed the creek
and blazed our own trail back to the second Williwaw lake. We camped up on the bluff overlooking the lake. N 61° 6'
26.802" by W 149° 33.28277' at elev. 2,766 ft. There is
plenty of real estate in this area to pitch a tent. We parked
ourselves right next to bushes of delicious blueberries that went on and
on and on. I must have eaten more blueberries than food I brought
with me.
In going back, we decided that we did not want to
climb up and over the mountain, but walk around it by heading out the
valley. We walked back the way we came, but instead of turning
left to go up out of the ravine near Wishful Thinking Spur, we took the
trail straight ahead.
I n this route, the trail was mostly down
hill. However, this is how water travels, too. So as we came
closer and closer to the loop back to Powerline Pass, the trail became
more and more muddy. And this was not just the type of mud that
makes the solid surface of the ground slick. This is the mud that
sucks tennis shoes off a person. In fact, there was one portion
where the trail nearly disappeared because people and animals were not
taking the same route. It was during this part of the trail that I
blew out my knee. With a 40 pound pack on my back, balancing in
the mud became difficult. I put tremendous strain on my knees
trying to keep balance.
As the trail hooked around the end of the hill, we
came to a post with arrows indicating the Williwaw Lakes Trail, Middle
Fork Loop Trail, Powerline Trail, and Wolverine Bowl Trail. I
believe that if we had come up from Prospect Heights Trailhead, we would
have come to this post and continued on up through the muddy trail to
Williwaw Lakes.
In the final portion of the trail headed back to
the cut-across to Powerline Pass, we spotted several moose. The
moose appeared to be quite used to humans, and barely paid any attention
to us as we passed by admiring them. One young moose and its
mother went running into the forest upon our approach.
Last Visited: August 2005


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