This trail is uphill...both ways, how'd they do that? There was snow and ice too, I was also schooled in the pronunciation of "Sal-you-may", so now I have a story to tell to grandkids someday.

Starting on a very chilly morning, we ascended the first few miles, dropped down to cross an unnamed tributary of Salome Creek, and then climbed way back up on top of the ridge before the final steep descent into Workman Creek. The switchbacks on the way down to Workman Creek are where you do the bushwhacking and the trail is beginning to erode in places, so watch your step.

Workman creek was icy and flowing strongly. The waterfalls downstream are very cool. I explored up them about as far as one could go before having to break out a machete. Further in looked awesome but time, the overgrowth, and the musky smell of something which calls this little side-canyon home deterred me for now.

The climb back out of Workman creek went well, but the continued climb on the other side of the unnamed creek had me huffing.

We headed over to workman falls, but ice wouldn't allow us up 487. Dinner was at a dive country bar, but that's a story for another time.