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May 24-25, 2019
My friend Dan and I went on an overnighter near an area I had visited last year. I had never seen anything written anywhere about any part of this route, other than our starting point. Doing a full, completely unknown route was a first for me, and I loved it. We didn't see anyone except for at our starting point, but we did have a unique experience up a side canyon that likely involved another person. More on that later.
I'm being intentionally vague here for obvious reasons. That said, I'm sure that anyone somewhat familiar with our starting point could figure out where we went from the photos.
We got started in the late morning. The weather was pretty cloudy for most of the day, with a small shower passing through from time to time.
Lake was looking nice despite the clouds.
We climbed up above the lake and began descending off the ridge. The trail was rough. Lots of big volcanic rocks.
As we got farther along, we began to see more desert features.
Also more volcanic rock. And absolutely massive cairns. For how few people this area sees, it was surprising to see such big cairns. I guess with generally circular rocks that big, it's hard to make a small cairn.
A few old ranching roads run through the area. Made walking easier in many places.
We got to a really big, steep descent on the road. I don't think anyone had taken a vehicle down it in a while, and it looked like some rocks and debris had slid in one spot and made it pretty much impassable now.
We got to the bottom of the steep slope and finally reached the creek.
Big, pretty walls, and plenty of pretty pines, including ponderosa, my favorite.
There were some nice little falls along the way.
That's me.
The path we walked sometimes came right next to the creek, sometimes not. I'd get excited every time I saw it. I have a thing for flowing water in the desert. And flowing water in general.
We crossed the creek to explore a tributary that, from Google Maps, appeared to flow nearly year-round.
The tributary proved to be very nice. Our plan was to camp up this canyon, and then we would find a way up and over to another drainage, then back to the main creek to do a lollipop loop.
There was lots of petrified wood along the entire route.
We got a ways up the canyon, and we began hearing a strange sound echoing around. It was very faint at first, and it grew louder the farther up the canyon we went. It went on incessantly for what seemed like forever. We thought it sounded like several barking dogs at first. We were baffled. The canyon showed no signs of any human having been there for a long time. No footprints on the game trail we were following. We were 10-15 miles as the crow flies from the nearest settlement; no chance we were hearing someone's dogs in their backyard. Maybe it was a few coyotes who had ganged up on something and treed it? Probably not, because the barking wasn't shrill like coyotes are. So we wondered if maybe it was the wind blowing through a rock formation or something (we were really grasping at straws at that point). It was difficult to tell because of how echoey the canyon was, and after listening to it for so long, you start to lose a sense of what you're listening to. Hard to explain. Regardless of what it was, we were spooked. Here's a video I shot to capture the sound. What do you think?
Well, we decided that whatever it was, we didn't want to spend the night anywhere near it because we wouldn't be able to sleep if it continued on like it had been. It had gone on without stopping since we had first noticed it faintly, maybe 10-20 minutes. On top of that, making our way out of this canyon was looking impractical, and from what had seen on the way in, it was going to be a brutal bushwhack to get back to the main trail and complete the lollipop. So we began heading back down the canyon.
After about 3 minutes of making our way out, we stopped and heard what we thought sounded like a human voice yelling. What it was saying was indistinguishable, but after that, the noise we had been hearing stopped. So we concluded that what we were hearing was maybe a pack of hunting dogs, and they stopped when their owner gave some command. They had to have come down from the head of the canyon. The likelihood of that encounter seemed so minimal to us. To get to that canyon from up high, it would have been a long, rough drive on bad roads, in an area that I figure few people would venture to to hunt. Also I didn't think much hunting goes on anywhere in late May, but maybe they were after coyotes or something. I don't have the slightest clue. Not something I am even remotely familiar with. Maybe it's a secret spot with the locals.
Anyway, we still made our way out, favoring a known, easy exit in the morning over a definitely very difficult, likely impossible climb out and then back down the to main creek.
The rain kept falling off and on.
We got back to the main creek.
We found plenty of evidence of past enterprises in the canyon. Lots of old metal. Cans, a bed frame, springs, pipes, etc. The most interesting find was this old can that appears to be a Budweiser can, likely from the 1950s. I was surprised any of the label was still legible.
We found a good spot and set up camp. I took a lot of pictures of this feature.
The rain kept coming and going, and we were holding out hope for colorful clouds at sunset. We didn't really get much, but the lighting on the rocks was great the entire time.
And then it was also great in the morning.
The hike out was quick. We had noticed this waterfall the previous day but failed to get a good picture of it. It was a bit difficult to get to, and we were trying to get back quickly, so I only got these shots of it.
Have I mentioned I like ponderosas? I'll confess that I always sniff them when given the chance because their sap smells like vanilla.
It was a very steep, rocky climb back up out of the canyon.
This part was fun. We just followed these trail markers through a big open field with sage brush, sand, and slickrock.
Great views again.
Almost back.
It was a great trip! Now I'm ready to be done studying for the bar exam so I can get out more often without guilt.
My friend Dan and I went on an overnighter near an area I had visited last year. I had never seen anything written anywhere about any part of this route, other than our starting point. Doing a full, completely unknown route was a first for me, and I loved it. We didn't see anyone except for at our starting point, but we did have a unique experience up a side canyon that likely involved another person. More on that later.
I'm being intentionally vague here for obvious reasons. That said, I'm sure that anyone somewhat familiar with our starting point could figure out where we went from the photos.
We got started in the late morning. The weather was pretty cloudy for most of the day, with a small shower passing through from time to time.
Lake was looking nice despite the clouds.
We climbed up above the lake and began descending off the ridge. The trail was rough. Lots of big volcanic rocks.
As we got farther along, we began to see more desert features.
Also more volcanic rock. And absolutely massive cairns. For how few people this area sees, it was surprising to see such big cairns. I guess with generally circular rocks that big, it's hard to make a small cairn.
A few old ranching roads run through the area. Made walking easier in many places.
We got to a really big, steep descent on the road. I don't think anyone had taken a vehicle down it in a while, and it looked like some rocks and debris had slid in one spot and made it pretty much impassable now.
We got to the bottom of the steep slope and finally reached the creek.
Big, pretty walls, and plenty of pretty pines, including ponderosa, my favorite.
There were some nice little falls along the way.
That's me.
The path we walked sometimes came right next to the creek, sometimes not. I'd get excited every time I saw it. I have a thing for flowing water in the desert. And flowing water in general.
We crossed the creek to explore a tributary that, from Google Maps, appeared to flow nearly year-round.
The tributary proved to be very nice. Our plan was to camp up this canyon, and then we would find a way up and over to another drainage, then back to the main creek to do a lollipop loop.
There was lots of petrified wood along the entire route.
We got a ways up the canyon, and we began hearing a strange sound echoing around. It was very faint at first, and it grew louder the farther up the canyon we went. It went on incessantly for what seemed like forever. We thought it sounded like several barking dogs at first. We were baffled. The canyon showed no signs of any human having been there for a long time. No footprints on the game trail we were following. We were 10-15 miles as the crow flies from the nearest settlement; no chance we were hearing someone's dogs in their backyard. Maybe it was a few coyotes who had ganged up on something and treed it? Probably not, because the barking wasn't shrill like coyotes are. So we wondered if maybe it was the wind blowing through a rock formation or something (we were really grasping at straws at that point). It was difficult to tell because of how echoey the canyon was, and after listening to it for so long, you start to lose a sense of what you're listening to. Hard to explain. Regardless of what it was, we were spooked. Here's a video I shot to capture the sound. What do you think?
Well, we decided that whatever it was, we didn't want to spend the night anywhere near it because we wouldn't be able to sleep if it continued on like it had been. It had gone on without stopping since we had first noticed it faintly, maybe 10-20 minutes. On top of that, making our way out of this canyon was looking impractical, and from what had seen on the way in, it was going to be a brutal bushwhack to get back to the main trail and complete the lollipop. So we began heading back down the canyon.
After about 3 minutes of making our way out, we stopped and heard what we thought sounded like a human voice yelling. What it was saying was indistinguishable, but after that, the noise we had been hearing stopped. So we concluded that what we were hearing was maybe a pack of hunting dogs, and they stopped when their owner gave some command. They had to have come down from the head of the canyon. The likelihood of that encounter seemed so minimal to us. To get to that canyon from up high, it would have been a long, rough drive on bad roads, in an area that I figure few people would venture to to hunt. Also I didn't think much hunting goes on anywhere in late May, but maybe they were after coyotes or something. I don't have the slightest clue. Not something I am even remotely familiar with. Maybe it's a secret spot with the locals.
Anyway, we still made our way out, favoring a known, easy exit in the morning over a definitely very difficult, likely impossible climb out and then back down the to main creek.
The rain kept falling off and on.
We got back to the main creek.
We found plenty of evidence of past enterprises in the canyon. Lots of old metal. Cans, a bed frame, springs, pipes, etc. The most interesting find was this old can that appears to be a Budweiser can, likely from the 1950s. I was surprised any of the label was still legible.
We found a good spot and set up camp. I took a lot of pictures of this feature.
The rain kept coming and going, and we were holding out hope for colorful clouds at sunset. We didn't really get much, but the lighting on the rocks was great the entire time.
And then it was also great in the morning.
The hike out was quick. We had noticed this waterfall the previous day but failed to get a good picture of it. It was a bit difficult to get to, and we were trying to get back quickly, so I only got these shots of it.
Have I mentioned I like ponderosas? I'll confess that I always sniff them when given the chance because their sap smells like vanilla.
It was a very steep, rocky climb back up out of the canyon.
This part was fun. We just followed these trail markers through a big open field with sage brush, sand, and slickrock.
Great views again.
Almost back.
It was a great trip! Now I'm ready to be done studying for the bar exam so I can get out more often without guilt.