Our goal the next morning was to climb Younts Peak. Younts Peak is the tallest mountain in the area, and it is one of the most remote peaks in the contiguous United States. The view from the summit encompasses a vast swath of the Teton and Washakie Wilderness Areas.
We got up early and carried light packs for our summit attempt. We left our campsite and backtracked on the trail for a few minutes. Then we left the trail and headed down to the South Fork of the Yellowstone River. We had to avoid some gullies, but otherwise the route was straightforward. We hoped across the infant river and began climbing the south slope of Younts Peak. We climbed to a bench, which we followed west below the cliffs that form the south face of the mountain. Our goal was to access the south ridge.
We were passing through a bowl just east of the target ridge when I heard the unmistakable roar of a mountain lion. It was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever heard. Every hair on my body stood straight up. The sound was somewhat distant, but I still spent a couple of minutes looking for the source. I did not see any sign of a cat. My best guess is that he was somewhere among the cliffs just to our north. Unfortunately, Larry didn’t have his hearing aids in and missed the whole thing.
We climbed a steep snowfield to reach the south ridge. Fortunately the snow was soft and not icy. Once on the ridge we headed up. This was a mistake. I could see a lot of snow and a rocky cliff band farther up, but I figured we could find a way through. It turns out that we should have continued west to a gap in the southwest ridge. I think we could have followed that ridge all the way to the summit.
Instead, we climbed steeply, keeping an eye out for mountain lions. As we neared the crux I grew concerned. There was a lot of snow up there. We reached the base of a steep rock face. I think I could have climbed it, but I wasn’t certain. I looked to my left and saw that the snowpack had pulled away from the base of the cliff. That left a corridor of rock and packed snow. I decided to follow it. The corridor led along the base of the cliff before ending at the bottom of a ledge. Right before the end, I plunged through a soft spot in the snow. Clearly the snowpack was unstable. That was a concern, because getting up onto the ledge would require forcefully pushing off on the snowpack. I thought it would work, but I couldn’t be sure that the whole thing wouldn’t give way.
Larry caught up, and we discussed our options. Ultimately we decided that it wasn’t worth the risk. We decided to bail. In hindsight, we still could have worked our way around to the gap in the southwest ridge and resumed the climb. I wish we had. We were already behind schedule though, as we had some miles to cover that afternoon.
We could see most of the rest of the journey from here. Our car was parked near the base of the cliffs in the distance.
We took a slightly different route on our return to camp. Instead of dropping down to the river, we stayed higher and contoured around below Thorofare Peak. This was mostly easy walking, and it led us directly to the very beginning of the South Fork of the Yellowstone River. The source wasn’t terribly exciting – it was just some puddles in a low spot at the base of a small snowfield. Still, it was fascinating to see the very beginning of the longest undammed river in the contiguous United States.
From there we hiked southwest, mostly staying on a bench below rugged cliffs. We worked our way around to a beautiful alpine tarn. We were surprised to see tents there. There was another group of backpackers a short distance from our campsite, but we had been totally unaware of their presence. From there, we continued around to rejoin the trail, which we followed back to camp.
View down the South Fork Yellowstone River valley
Younts Peak and Thorofare Mountain
Younts Peak and the South Fork Yellowstone River
Alpine tarn near our campsite
Larry at our campsite
MISSED THE FERRY
We returned to camp early that afternoon. We had lunch and broke camp. Our goal for the afternoon was to backpack to Ferry Lake. We followed the trail southwest, contouring well below the Continental Divide. This was rugged stretch of trail, but with beautiful scenery. After some steep ups and downs we reached a sketchy area. The trail crosses two steep snowfields. Each one leads into a chute that runs to the brink of a cliff, and the terrain is steep enough that you do not want to slip. Fortunately the snow was soft, and we were able to cross by cautiously kicking steps in the snow. For future reference, it is best to avoid this stretch of trail in early summer early in the morning, when the snow is likely to be icy.
This snowfield would be dangerous if it were icy. Don't look down to your left!
Looking up from the same spot
Marston Creek Trail visible over there
View down the Marston Creek valley towards Wall Mountain
From there we descended quickly to a fork. We stayed left, as I wanted to take a side trip over to Marston Pass. We followed a faint path over to another junction with a heavily used trail. We followed that trail back to the east. Views were limited from the actual pass, so we continued east on the trail to a gap in the east ridge. Although we were well east of the Continental Divide, there is a sign here, and a great view looking back towards Younts Peak. The trail ahead continues down Marston Creek to the South Fork of the Shoshone River.
We doubled-back and continued west on the trail along Lost Creek. We descended gradually through open meadows, staying well above the creek. We were a couple of hours behind schedule, but we were making up time thanks to the easy hiking. We didn’t see any camping options along Lost Creek. After a couple of miles Lost Creek turned south to descend into a canyon. We continued ahead on the trail, climbing over a minor divide. We then descended into the headwaters of Lake Creek. A bit farther on we reached a major junction with a trail leading down Lake Creek and on to the South Fork Buffalo. We continued ahead, climbing to the crest of a prominent ridge. It was getting late, and we still had over a mile to go to reach Ferry Lake. I explored out the ridge and found a spot that was suitable for a campsite. I hated to stop short of Ferry Lake, but it was almost dusk, and the ridge had a spectacular view of a gorgeous waterfall. That waterfall is on an unnamed tributary of Lake Creek. After setting up camp, I followed the trail down to the creek, which it crosses just downstream from the waterfall. The view was nice there, but even better from our campsite.
Waterfall viewed from our campsite
Campsite with a waterfall view
That evening I messaged my wife using my Garmin In Reach. I sent her a message every evening just to let her know that everything was ok. While I was doing that, I found myself wishing that I could get a current weather forecast. We would be finishing our trip with 3 days of off-trail hiking along the Continental Divide, high above treeline. That would be a bad place to be in bad weather. My Garmin has a weather forecast feature, but it is powered by Dark Sky, which is worthless. In a moment of brilliance, I sent my wife another message and asked her to send me the weather forecast for DuBois, WY. I checked my messages later, and got the weather forecast. Our long run of good weather was about to end. The next two days looked good, but there was a good chance of afternoon thunderstorms on Thursday and Friday.
We had planned a layover day at Ferry Lake on Tuesday, followed by three days along the Continental Divide back to Brooks Lake starting on Wednesday. That plan didn’t mesh well with the weather forecast. Larry and I discussed our options. We could take a different route back to Brooks Lake, but I didn’t really want to do that. Instead, I suggested that we skip the layover day and start the hike out a day early. That would give us good weather for the Continental Divide on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning. If we made good time, we could be off the divide before Thursday afternoon’s storms. I hated to give up the layover day and the visit to Ferry Lake, but it seemed like the best choice. Larry was in favor of the change, so we planned to break camp and head back to the Continental Divide in the morning.