To prepare myself for the upcoming Mt Baker climb and for a sense of adventure, I signed up for Michael’s Big Chiwaukum hike. It was a long hike, so we left Seattle at 5 AM and started our hike at 7:30 AM. We followed the WhitePine creek trail for first two miles and things got interesting from there on. We were supposed to be on Wildhorse creek trail but we we got away from the trail sometimes un-wantingly and sometimes to find shortcuts. We were using maps and GPS for navigation. It was a slight and unpleasant bushwhacking where we all did our best to stay away from Devil’s club. There were multiple stream crossings and it was fun to balance on the logs. Even though we joined the trail after some distance, we steered away towards east to avoid the long trail in an attempt to reach the ridge. I had forgotten my cap but the weather was kind enough to cover the sky in thin clouds with a hint of Sun for the warmth. The snow here was soft and wasn’t difficult to break in. Soon we reached another ridge which connected to the main Chiwaukum ridge. We could see the mighty and stunning three peaks of Chiwaukum. It looked much further in distance, hard to reach and time was running out. The clouds were above, it was warm enough to be only in a layer or two and not windy. From this point we had around 270 deg panoramic views and the snow covered peaks all around looked beautiful. It was funny when Kaka said ‘Now I know why I came to this hike’ and I resonated. Things got even more interesting from here on. We saw baby avalanches in the north side. Michael aimed for at-least the saddle beside the peaks and so he kept his pace and moved on. It was a difficult scramble on this ridge with loose rocks, snow and enough exposure to get injured. We helped each other to move ahead safely and it took a lot of time. I wasn’t scared for my life but very much for injuries. I moved very slowly assessing every step because there was almost no margin for error. This was one of the scariest things I have done. Views kept getting better since we moved higher. Michael had taken snow path below this ridge later on but the person who was following him missed it and we followed that guy instead to a dead end. We waited until Michael returned and since it was the turn around time (3 PM), we started our descent. I was glad to know that we weren’t taking the scramble route back but was wary of the steep descent on snow below the ridge. Fortunately, this route didn’t provide much surprises and we had fun glissading multiple times. Michael had a short glissading class too and I practiced arresting while glissading head first. My feet were wet since snow got through but I wasn’t feeling cold since the weather was just perfect. We made a speedy descent and reached the trailhead around 7 PM. I was glad to be safely back.