As
                we climbed higher, the fall colors began to disappear, replaced by
                green stands of balsam fir and red spruce. The trail also became
                rockier and steeper, but was always well-graded and with firm
                footing. Numerous switchbacks helped keep the grade from getting
                too steep.  
               On
                one of the last switchbacks before reaching the Garfield Ridge
                Trail, there was a large patch of blowdowns. I couldn’t tell
                whether they were storm-related or whether this was an example of
                a fir wave. Fir waves are bands of dead fir trees in the
                mountains. Each year, the bands of dead trees progress up or down,
                and are later filled in with new growth. Scientists consider them
                a natural phenomenon, but are not sure what causes them.   
               In
                what seemed like less time than I had expected, we reached the
                junction with the Garfield Ridge Trail. I wanted to go both the
                summit of Mt Garfield, which was 0.2 miles and about 300 ft of
                elevation uphill to the west, and to the Garfield Ridge Campsite
                and shelter, which was a similar distance downhill to the east. I
                decided to go to the summit first, then head down to the campsite
                for a look.   
               While
                we were at the trail junction, a couple and their little dog came
                by. The dog was a bit smaller than Muffin, but wasn’t really
                tiny like a Chihuahua. I’m not sure what kind it was. Anyway,
                Muffin and this dog seemed to get along all right, which is odd
                for Muffin because she is usually afraid of other dogs, even
                smaller ones. 
              
                
                 The
                Garfield Ridge Trail began moderately steep, but soon became
                steeper and steeper. I needed to use a few handholds and to help
                Muffin up a couple of particularly steep spots, but it wasn’t
                long before we reached the summit. At first I passed it by because
                I didn’t notice a narrow side trail leading uphill, but when we
                walked out onto an open ledge just below the summit, I could see
                above us and we turned around.    | 
            Muffin
                looking up the Garfield Trail. Even in its steeper sections, the
                Garfield Trail maintains in easy grade. It never really feels like
                you’re gaining 3000 ft in elevation from the trailhead to the
              summit.  | 
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