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Olympic National Park Overnight Backpacking

Olympic National Park Backpacking Dates

If you are interested in Olympic National Park Overnight Backpacking, come and join us at Kaiyote Tours!   

There is nothing more wonderful than waking up in the backcountry wilderness of Olympic National Park; mornings are quiet and serene.  Night skies are brilliant with stars and the air is clean and pure.  To awake next to a crystal-clear lake or stream is an incredible experience.  Along the coast, the sound of the ocean surf will bring sweet dreams to you.  Nature has an amazing way to bring you closer to yourself and all that truly matters.

Olympic National Park has over 600 miles of hiking trails!  Covering 1440 square miles (922,000 acres), the park contains some of the most spectacular wilderness in North America.  Olympic National Park is part of the largest temperate rainforest in the world and contains some of the last remaining old growth forests.  Elk and deer can be seen roaming the meadows and river valleys. Bears, mountain lions and bobcats are in the forested areas and small mammals like marmots, chipmunks and snowshoe hares are abundant.  Along the Pacific Coast, low tide reveals a wondrous ocean world amongst the rocks and shore pools.  Sea otters, seals, sea lions and whales can be seen from the shore.  During the summer, the colorful wildflowers and alpine plants are stunning.  Over 300 different species of birds have been identified.  From the top of Mount Olympus to the Pacific Coast, Olympic National Park is best seen with boots on the ground in the wilderness of the backcountry.

Pacific Banana Slugs:  Scroll down below the video and photos to read about banana slugs. 

So many choices:   Do you want to camp deep in the old growth forest or atop the mountain meadows or in the massive valleys of glacier fed rivers or along the ocean coast? There is great backpacking all year round in Olympic National Park.
 
Major areas of the park where we offer backpacking trips:
Rainforests:  Hoh Rainforest, Bogachiel Rainforest, Quinault Rainforest
Mountains:  Sol Duc Valley, 7-Lakes Basin, Grand Valley, Royal Basin
Pacific Coast:  Shi Shi Beach, Cape Alava, Shipwreck Coast
Elwha Valley:  Rivers, Lakes and Forests for long distance backpackers
 
Call us at +1 970-556-6103 or email us at KaiyoteTours@gmail.com to book your trip! 
 

2025 Dates

Pacific Coast, July 6 - 8, 2025:  Cape Alava/Sandpoint, 2 nights/3 days (easy) 12 miles. This trip starts at Lake Ozette, with an easy 3-mile hike to the beach, where we will set up our base camp for 2-nights.  This trip is open to all levels of experience; however, you will need to be in good shape and be able to carry a 35 - 40 pound backpack 3-miles each way. Day one we will hike 3-miles and set up a base camp. On the second day we will "day-hike" (hiking without our large packs) along the amazing Pacific Coastline looking for marine life and tide-pooling. We usually hike a total of 6-miles on this day.  On the third day we will hike out 3-miles.  Spots left = 6

Women's Backpacking Seminar, Rainforest Tour, July 12 - 14, 2025:  Hoh Valley Rainforest, 2 nights/3 days (easy) 15 miles.  This trip is for both beginner level backpackers and also for women who have backpacking experience but would like to join an easy and relaxing trip. This trip is open to all levels of experience; however, you will need to be in good shape and be able to carry a 35 - 40 pound backpack 3-miles to camp.  Whatever your level of experience, novice to expert, you will learn wilderness backcountry skills involving gear, packing, cooking, and safety.  There is about 300 feet elevation gain on this trip. The trip starts at the Hoh Rainforest trailhead, with an easy 3-mile hike to our campsite along the Hoh River, where will set up a base camp for 2-nights. On the second day we will "day-hike" (hiking without our large packs) further up the Hoh Rainforest trail to experience the amazing bio-diversity of the largest temperate rainforest in the world. On the third day we will hike out.  Spots left = 8

Mountains, July 17 - 19, 2025:  Sol Duc Valley, 2 nights/3 days (moderate) 12 - 14 miles. Any trip to the mountains involves elevation gain, which makes a trip to the mountains a little challenging.  This trip is open to all levels of experience; however, you will need to be in good shape and be able to carry a 35 - 40 pound backpack 6-miles, (3-4 miles each way).  From the Sol Duc trailhead, we will hike 3-miles, with 1,200 feet elevation gain, to our campsite where we will set up a base camp for 2-nights. On the second day we will "day-hike" (hiking without our large packs) an additional 3 - 4 miles up the trail, with 1,000 feet elevation gain.  Whatever your level of experience, novice to expert, you will learn wilderness backcountry skills involving gear, packing, cooking, and safety.  Specific camp location, mileage, and elevation gain to be determined when Olympic National Park releases booking dates.   Spots left = 6

Pacific Coast, July 23 - 25, 2025:  Cape Alava/Sandpoint, 2 nights/3 days (easy) 12 miles. This trip starts at Lake Ozette, with an easy 3-mile hike to the beach, where we will set up our base camp for 2-nights.  This trip is open to all levels of experience; however, you will need to be in good shape and be able to carry a 35 - 40 pound backpack 3-miles each way. Day one we will hike 3-miles and set up a base camp. On the second day we will "day-hike" (hiking without our large packs) along the amazing Pacific Coastline looking for marine life and tide-pooling. We usually hike a total of 6-miles on this day.  On the third day we will hike out 3-miles.  Spots left = 6

Or let us know what other dates work for you

Pricing for over-night backpacking trips

$265 per person/per day, (based on a minimum of 2-people), $420 per day for a private, solo traveler trip.  Backpacking fee includes food, gear, and back-country permit. 

How Many Nights?    

April and May

The months of April and May can still be snowy in the mountains, but the Pacific Coast and lowland rainforest, such as the Hoh and the Quinault, are snow free and great places to camp.  You will find quiet and pristine wilderness and these places are also areas that we can have nightly campfires.  The rainforest is at its greenest and most beautiful in the early springtime.  The Pacific Ocean can be impressive and exciting when the spring surf roars and rolls in.  Don't worry about getting rained on, we travel with rain tarps and weather protection to make for a great experience, in case of rain. 

June through September

Summer is the dry season, and the months of June and September will get some rain and the temperatures are perfect; not too hot and not too dry on the Olympic Peninsula.  During the months of July and August, it rarely rains and temperatures can be very warm. 

Call us at 970-556-6103 or email us at KaiyoteTours@gmail.com to book your trip!

Payment and cancellation policy:  At the time of reservation, a non-refundable fee of $20 per person per day is due.  The remaining balance is due 5 months prior to the trip and is nonrefundable, but if you need to cancel, you can receive credit for a future trip for any of our domestic tours. We accept Visa, MasterCard, Discover, American Express.

Kaiyote Tours is authorized by the National Park Service, Department of Interior, to conduct services in Olympic National Park.  Kaiyote Tours holds a commercial use permit to conduct services in Olympic National Forest and Washington State Park lands. 

Included in fees
1) Tent
2) Sleeping bag
3) Sleeping pad
4) Backpacking pack
5) Bear canister (hanging food prohibited)
6) Stove and fuel
7) Water filter
8) Food: Let us know if you require coffee/caffeine, vegetarian or anything special.    

Although we provide all the necessary gear, you can also bring your own gear. 

Not included: Transportation to and from trailhead and National Park entrance fee for your vehicle.  If you will not have a car, we can possibly make transportation arrangements for you, based on availability. 

Olympic National Park Overnight Backpacking

Required to bring (not included): 
1) Medications and/or Epi pen that you require
2) Durable water bottle; 1 liter
3) Headlamp (hands free flashlight), small size 
4) Bug spray in travel sizes
5) Sunscreen in travel sizes 
6) Sunglasses 
7) Small personal emergency kit
8) Hand Sanitizer
9) Small quick dry hand/face towel 
10) Toiletries, like toothpaste and deodorant, in travel sizes

Suggestions:
1) If you want to fish, let us know in advance.  
2) Camera
3) Compact binoculars
4) Swimsuit or quick dry shorts and shirt
5) Pillowcase to make a pillow using the clothes you're not wearing

Clothes needed:
1) Warm base layer, top and bottoms for sleeping (Smartwool long underwear).
2) Short and long sleeve shirt.  
3) Shorts and light weight zip-off pants. 
4) Light weight fleece
5) Wind/rain pants and jacket. Gortex outer shell is recommended.  
6) Hats (one for warmth and one for sun), gloves/mittens and neck gaiter. 
7) Boots: must be already broken in!  Blisters will absolutely ruin and put an early end to your back-country trip. Hiking boots need to go above your ankles to support and protect your ankles from injury.  Sprained ankles are the most common injury in the park.  
8) Extra socks.
9) Extra underwear. 

Questions:
1) Does anyone in your group require caffeine in the morning?  If so, in the form of coffee, tea or energy drinks?
2) Does anyone in your group have severe allergies to any type of food or insect stings/bits?
3) Is anyone in your group a vegetarian or have special diet requirements?
4) Are there any foods you especially hate or especially love or are you open to all types of food?

You can read a short story about my backpacking adventures below the photo gallery

My Osprey Backpack
by Kaiyote Snow
 
This story was originally posted of the Osprey Backpacks Blog and Facebook page, but the links have since expired.
 
I have owned my Osprey backpacking pack since the fall of 1997. It is officially vintage. I have been a professional hiking and nature guide for 24 years; since 1998. I now own several modern Osprey packs for my backpacking clients, which everyone loves, but I still prefer my original Osprey pack for myself. I can’t begin to estimate how many nights I have spent in the backcountry wilderness using my trusty pack, but it remains amazing and after all these years: it is still comfortable, fits me perfectly and carries the weight. It’s only needed two small repairs since I first hoisted it onto my back, and I plan on using it for many years to come.
 
Growing up in Chicago, I never imaged I would become an outdoor guide; after all, it is the city of Blues, not the city of backpacking. But I have always loved being outdoors. In Chicago, as I got old enough, I would take long walks through the neighborhood and along the Lake Michigan waterfront to look for birds and dream about adventures on the water. As a child I studied classical music, focusing on piano. It wasn’t until I left home to go to college, not being able to take my piano with me, that I picked up a guitar and started focusing more on the Blues.
 
From Chicago I moved to Madison, Wisconsin, where I attended the University of Wisconsin - Madison. After graduating with a degree in social psychology, with an emphasis on personality and small group dynamics, I decided it was time to head out west. I figured I would go to Colorado. After all, many of my friends would go out to visit Colorado and never come back. What was going on out there? It was my time to find out and go see the Rocky Mountains for myself.
 
I first decided to visit a friend living in Fraser, Colorado. One afternoon, as I sat on the front steps of their cabin, watching a black-billed magpie searching the front yard for food or, perhaps, a prize, I turned to my friend and said, “I’m going to go back to Madison, sell everything I own, and I’ll be right back.”
 
Back in Madison, only taking with me that which I could fit in my car, it occurred to me that I might need a tent and a sleeping bag. One of the last things I did as I left Madison was to stop in at the local gear store, located just off of State Street, where I bought myself a free-standing dome tent and a sleeping bag. And then I was on my way, and West I went, and I landed in Estes Park, Colorado.
 
After a few years of living in Estes Park and becoming an avid hiker, I grew curious about backpacking and sleeping in the wilderness. In the summer of 1997, I got a backcountry permit to the Tileston Meadows site in Rocky Mountain National Park. I had never been backpacking before and I didn’t have much gear: I had my 6.5-pound dome tent, my 30-degree sleeping bag, a flashlight, rain poncho, warm clothes, a sippy-straw water filter and a large day pack—no sleeping pad, no stove, and no backpacking pack. I packed my gear and probably had more stuff strapped to the outside of the pack than was inside the pack. To eat? I brought a big bag of cold pizza and a stuff sack to hang it in a tree.
 
I felt truly awesome as I hiked six miles up the trail. Only after I set up my camp did I notice I was the only person in the area and, as it started to get dark, I realized I was committed to sleeping in the wilderness. It was too late to change my mind. I got a little scared and didn’t know what to do so I went into my tent and just sat there with my fear as my only companion.
 
But that fear never dissuaded me from going back into the wilderness, it only made me more curious and more determined. Waking up in the wilderness is an amazing experience; there is something very special about it.
 
By the end of that summer, I had spent seven separate nights backpacking alone in Rocky Mountain National Park. I was feeling very confident, and I decided to push it one more night to make eight. I got a permit to the Valley View site, located in the Never Summer Range on the westside of the park. Early that evening I was joined by two mule deer, frolicking around my camp area. It was a very peaceful and quiet location. Very quiet.
 
As I laid down to sleep, it dawned on me that this was the first site I’d camped where there was no stream nor cascading waterfall—only calm, quietness. I began hearing every little twig snap, tree squeak and pinecone fall to the ground. I couldn’t sleep as every little sound just got louder and louder and I started to freak myself out.
 
“What’s out there?” I thought to myself, as my least favorite companion, Fear, showed up.
 
Just then, something big—really big, with big lungs, taking deep breaths—came sniffing around the very edges of my tent. I did not have a crumb of food in my tent. The animal sniffed around three sides of the tent and I froze, holding my breath. Was it a bear? Was it a moose? I will never know; it simply left. But what I do know is that, for many years after that, I never camped at a site without a nearby brook that obsessively babbled all night.
 
On my way home from that Valley View trip, I stopped in at a gear shop. It was time to buy a real backpacking pack. I tried on many packs, but one fit so perfectly that I knew I had to have it—my beloved Osprey. The owner of the store kept adding more and more weight and the pack held fine. I loved it.
 
“How much?”
“One hundred and sixty-five dollars.”
“How much? What? A hundred and sixty-five?”
“It’s on sale.”
Ah geez, so I bought it.
 
After that first summer of backpacking, I felt comfortable going out alone for multiple nights. One of my favorite places in Rocky Mountain National Park is Mirror Lake and, with my new Osprey pack, I was able to carry more and more weight. I had acquired all sorts of gear: backcountry gadgets, a good lightweight tent, a zero-degree bag and luxury items such as an air mattress.
 
Early one late summer morning, I arrived at the Corral Creek trailhead with only one other person in the parking lot. I took out my backpack and gear and got organized for a two-night trip to Mirror Lake. At the time, I used a fish scale, hooked to a dowel, to weigh my backpack before each trip. Placing one end of the dowel on the roof of the car, I’d hook the backpack to the fish scale and lift the other end of the dowel to suspend the pack. On that day, as I lifted the pack, the lone man in the parking lot spoke up.
 
 “How heavy?”
“Sixty-seven pounds.”
“That’s too heavy,” he replied, shaking his head.
And although this weight would be a new personal record for me, I replied “Nah, I carry this much weight all the time …”
 
Being female, I don’t have a lot of upper arm strength, so I developed a way to use my knee to leverage the pack onto my back. Once I get the waist belt secured, all of the weight settles onto my hips and the weight becomes comfortable to carry.
 
After I was organized, I went on my way up the trail to Mirror Lake. Carrying that much weight took a lot of effort, and I traveled a little slower than my usual 2-miles an hour up hill, but I made it just fine. That afternoon, I set up my camp and then checked the other two campsites to see if I had any neighbors. Alas, no one else was there and I was happy to have the whole place all to myself. Or so I thought.
 
The next day I went for a day hike and summited Comanche Peak. It was a crystal-clear, gorgeous Colorado day. I got back to camp and unzipped the tent fly, only to discover a huge hole in the tent door screen. I hesitated, shook the tent a little, and said “Hello?” just in case whoever—or whatever—was responsible might still be in the tent.
 
I slowly unzipped the door and poked my head in the tent. Nothing. I ran a quick mental inventory and knew I didn’t have a crumb of food in tent, leaving me perplexed. As I looked around, I started to notice that anything salty with sweat or made of rubber had been shredded: my camp bootie soles, the back of my headlamp and some clothes. Peering around at the mess, I suddenly noticed an equally big hole in the other tent door screen. What!?
 
Whatever had chewed its way into my tent hadn’t even bothered to use the same route to exit. As I began backing out of the tent, wondering if I had enough duct tape to fix two big holes in the screening (there are plenty of mosquitoes at Mirror Lake), I noticed a marmot—a big fat marmot—laying on its yellow belly at the edge of a rock overlooking the camping area, staring at me while resting its chin on its stubby little arms. After I scolded the marmot with some choice words he stood up, took one last look at me, turned and waddled away, shaking his tail at me as he went, never to be seen again.
 
I managed to tape the screening shut and survived another night in the wilderness. When I got home, I hand-sewed the holes shut and continued to use the tent for many years. It is still a great tent and I occasionally take it out for a spin.
 
Little did I know that these early experiences in the backcountry would pave the way to my career as a guide. While living in Estes Park, I worked at the front desk of an old historic lodge that also served as a time-share. Guests stayed a week, checking in and out on the weekends. Many of them would spend Monday driving through the park, Tuesday shopping and would be back at the front desk asking, “What else is there to do?” by Wednesday. In my own head I’d say, “What? This is the one week in your life you have a chance to visit Rocky Mountain National Park and you are bored by day three?”
 
I told management we needed activities, but initially the budget just wasn’t there.
 
Over time, I was able to convince them to give me two half-days each week to take people on guided nature walks. I learned that people, especially older people, were scared to be on the trails alone. Others felt it was just a bunch of trees and rocks, unless there were cute animals to look at. My educational nature walks helped them better appreciate the outdoors and understand how we’re all connected. These walks had enough of an impact that our corporate office in Phoenix, Arizona, started receiving comment cards mentioning my excursions as the highlight of their visit.
 
Eventually, our CEO came out to visit the lodge and signed up for one of my nature tours. After her experience out on the trails with me I soon became the lodge’s full-time nature guide and, for the next nine years, I taught our lodge guests about Rocky Mountain National Park.
 
It turned out my degree in social psychology was perfect for becoming an outdoor guide. Working with my small tour groups, advanced my knowledge and understanding of people and how we interact with the world around us, and it made me not only a better guide, but also a better person. I sometimes joke to my clients that they are my current “experimental study group”. Sometimes people ask me if I ever used my degree, and I say “Yes, every day!”
 
Eventually I decided that I didn’t need a boss anymore—I wanted to create my own opportunity. I started Kaiyote Tours in 2007 to continue my work in Rocky Mountain National Park. Since then, I’ve also become a guide in Olympic National Park, the Great Sand Dunes National Park, as well as other adventures around the world.
 
And it all started with those first summers that I spent alone in the wilderness.
 
I solo-camped for a total of 15 nights, all in the wilderness of Rocky Mountain National Park, before I ever camped with another person. Those early days of camping account for my favorite backpacking memories. I learned that, by finding my own solo way through the wilderness, I also found myself. I learned to trust and believe in myself.
 
I look back now on where I came from, long before I started my wilderness adventures in Colorado. When I was growing up in Chicago, surrounded by some of the best Jazz and Blues, I would often hear the phrase ‘slow and easy’ in a song lyric, or used as a conversational phrase. It’ a call for mindfulness, making every note matter and taking the time to do something right; taking the time to learn and grow as needed because there really is no finish line.
 
There have been many adventures in my life since leaving the Midwest, but I still carry those early musical lessons in my heart wherever I go. I left my beautiful guitar in Madison and sometimes I’m regretful and sad about that, but life changes, and I have since gravitated back to classical music, and opera is my joy.
 
I am still learning, still growing and, as I get older, I no longer push myself to break personal records. Instead, I savor every moment. And over time I have also learned to cut my backpack weight down to 40 pounds—45 max out of respect for my knees, which have served me well all these years.
 
My advice to all outdoor adventurers is to find what works best for you. Start slow, find the gear that you love, practice and practice some more. You will be amazed at the places you will go and, most importantly, be grateful for what you have.
 
Kaiyote Snow
KaiyoteTours.com

Banana Slugs

Whether you love them or hate them, banana slugs are fascinating and have evolved into interesting critters.  Banana slugs are a type of mollusk, called gastropods, which are snails and slugs from saltwater, freshwater, land, or sea.  Banana slugs most likely evolved from sea snails.  Land snails carry a shell for protection and because of this, land snails can only live in areas that have sources of calcium to grow that shell, whereas slugs can fill the niche of land areas that are low or absent of calcium, hence slugs can live almost anywhere.  Banana slugs like cool, moist areas to rest and they will return to favorite places they like, and these places are called “homes”.  Banana slugs can float and are able to swim by twisting in a sideways motion.

The banana slug is the second-largest species of land slug in the world, growing up to 9.8 inches long (25 cm) and can move at 6.5 inches (17 cm) per minute. In Washington State the native banana slug is called the Pacific Banana Slug, Ariolimax columbianus. On the Olympic Peninsula, most of the slugs are a dark olive green, with black spots, compared to the bright yellow banana slugs of California.  The California Banana Slug is the mascot of the University of California at Santa Cruz. Go Slugs! The specific color of a slug can indicate diet, age, health, and habitat camouflage. 

Slugs do not see very well; they can only detect changes in light intensity and movement.  Slugs have two sets of tentacles on their head and the tentacles can retract and extend to avoid damage. If a predator bites off a tentacle, the slug can grow a new one.  The upper and longer tentacles (called “eye-stalks”) hold the eyes, which are the small black dots at the very end.  The lower and much shorter tentacles function as “feelers” and can also detect odors.  Slugs have a strong sense of smell, which is often how they find their food and more importantly, their favorite foods.  Banana slugs are detritivores; they generally eat dead organic matter and whatever “litter” falls or lies on the forest floor, but they prefer mushrooms.  Slugs contribute to decomposition and the nutrient cycles of the forest and are an important aspect of the ecosystem.

If you hold a Banana Slug, sometimes you can see and feel, the slug scraping your skin with its toothed tongue, called the “radula” and its “odontophore” (the supportive cartilage), which are both used like a guillotine to chop and pull food into the esophagus.  The rows of teeth are continually breaking off and are quickly replaced with the next row of growing teeth.  Their mouth is only used for eating, they do not breath through their mouth.  On the upper top front part of the slug’s body, there is second layer of flesh called the “mantle”.  This is the same area where a snail would grow a shell.  The mantle is a protective covering for several important biological parts of the slug.  On the right side of the mantle, there is a hole, a large pore, called the “pneumostome”, this is the opening to the lung.  Slugs only have one lung and breath through the pneumostome.  Slugs can open and close the pneumostome to breath and to conserve or release moisture and gases.  Underneath the mantle, on the same side as the pneumostome, is the anus and the genitalia opening. 

Banana slugs are true, simultaneous hermaphrodites and each slug has both male and female sexual organs at the same time.  Mating with a partner is more desirable, but if a partner is not possible, self-fertilization often happens.  The male sexual organ of an adult is quite large in proportion to the female organ and while mating, it sometimes happens that the banana slugs are unable to detach and so the male organ will be bitten off (“apophallation”) using the slug's radula. If a banana slug has lost its male sexual organ, it can still mate as a female, making its hermaphroditic quality a valuable adaptation.  Slugs will lay about 75 small translucent eggs, which develop and hatch on their own. 

Toxic Slime:  Slugs have a protective coating of slim which is produced and used by all parts of the exterior body.  The slime enables slugs to stick to objects and easily slide along a surface.  The slime will move from front to back along the slug’s exterior body and the moving slime helps keep the slug clean of debris.  This direction of slime flow will sometimes create a small tail of debris at the end of the slug, which sometimes the slug eats.  Slugs can also produce a slime cord like a rope for lowering itself quickly.  The slime also contains pheromones to attract other slugs for mating.  The slime secreted by banana slugs contains chemicals that can numb the tongue of predators; it tastes horrible and is hard to swallow.  Garter snakes and salamanders will occasionally eat slugs.  Many mammals, including people, will eat slugs, but mammals will first need to remove the toxic slime.   Animals like raccoons and small mammals will roll the slugs in soil to clean off the slime.  Soaking a slug in vinegar will remove slime, but they are still not “tasty” to eat; slugs are not shell-less “escargot”.   Banana slugs can carry parasites like tape worms, flukes, and round worms. 

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