The Thrill of Mountain Flying

I have been trying to fly in amongst the mountains for many moons. It seems each time I make an attempt something, wind, cloud, fog or nerves turned me around before I got very close to my goal. It might seem trivial to the more seasoned pilots, but flying into the edges of the mountains at relatively low AGL is a new and exciting experience for me. The mission to day was the Howard Hanson reservoir. Having always flown at least 2000' above the rocks on my previous crossings I didn't know what it would be like to be below the surrounding peaks. I had flown the day before and it was an average day, not glassy but not rough, with a fairly steady winds of 4 to 10 knts around the area.The morning of the 4th of July was calm & blue. Flight Central showed calm or light winds and clear at nearly every local airport. I booked 34H, our trusty mid '70's 172 & drove myself to Dick Scobee Field.. A quick preflight, a check of the log showed I had flown it last, and I was dragging it out of the hanger and visiting the "blue pilot lounge" one last time before boarding. My charts were tucked under the edge of my bag in the rt front seat. I read the check list to be sure i had not skipped anything and called out "Clear!". The 160 HP Lycoming fired quickly and settled into a steady purr at 100 RPM. I began to roll as I flipped on the avionics and clicked the mike for an AWOS. I set the Garmin on 12 Mile map and taxied to runway 34. Controll check , Mag check, set the gryo's strobes & ck the gauges. as soon as the oil temp comes off the peg I am making a radio call and taking the active. It's not warm out yet and the Cessna easily hits 1000 FPM for a short time on clime out. Soon I am calling out to Crest that I am passing by north of the field at 2000 & climbing. I pass 3000 just a minutes after passing the edge of the class B airspace restriction.The class B lid rose to 5 then 6 thousand before I flew outside the area, but I had no plans to be even that high. There had been some low clouds and haze coming out of the foothills as I took off from Auburn. As I climbed to above 3000 they were suddenly below me and I could clearly see the hills ahead. Ravensdale passed below me, then Selleck. I had been this far before, the road ends at Selleck, and I have turned around where the valley begins to narrow in the past. By this time I was at 4000', a little higher, about 4,300' and I glimpsed the lake in the distance. It was smooth as I lowered the nose and the plane picked up a few knots as it descended under 3500' and below the tops of the hills. It is about 8 miles from Selleck to the Reservoir, only a track beneath the power lines that track through the valley. I spied a few waterfalls on the hills as I passed, some at eye level to me. It must have only taken about five minutes, but it seemed like a long five minutes. My left fingers were gripped tightly on the yoke , my right hand on the throttle and my eyes scanning the panel and taking in the beauty of nature as I slowly came closer to the water. Finally the lake was clearly in view, it seemed so small with several separate bodies strung together. I could see that the valley & power lines turned a bit north to climb Stampede Pass, but I had little time to look, it was time to make a tight right turn, steeply banking as the Plane rotated nearly 270 degrees to exit the much narrower Green River Gorge. The trees were much closer here, I was glad I had chosen to exit this way, it was too narrow to turn around. Now I again could see the city in the distance as I again pitched the plane slightly down to gain speed as I zoomed over Palmer and west to the safety of the open Kent plateau. The Green River twisted still in it's hairpin turns writhing along till the valley opens up near Sky Harbor. I was only a few minutes from Auburn and home. Finally I had accomplished one of my planed missions of exploration. I have so many more , but I am very lucky. Some pilots go to Alaska or Johnson Creek and other such very challenging places far from here to seek new challenges. I got a terrific thrill from this flight, and it took a total of 36 minutes on the hobbs from taxi out, to back in the hanger.