Maybe a bit
strong to refer to Bishop as hell but damn it was hot. We didn't stop. Drove
right on through and headed up into the Sierra. We hoped for relief with the
elevation gain. It worked.
The middle
portion of this trip was really kind of a whim. June is very busy for us, including the weekends. The previous weekend we had again taught for the California
Department of Fish & Wildlife's Advanced Hunter Education Program.
We teach
survival and land navigation. It is rewarding and the participants are so
enjoyable. Although they come from so many different experiences, they always
come together, work as a team, help one another, and make it a fun experience for the Lady and
me. I hope we foster this kind of atmosphere. We sure try. We have taught for
the program (along with others) for many years and look forward to many
more.
When we got
home from that weekend, the Lady, as is her norm, threw everything into the washer, including
her cell phone. It did not survive. We had just changed carriers and getting a
new phone through the mail proved to be an ordeal. We were planning to head out
but with the Lady's elderly parents challenges mounting, we needed that phone for
emergency contact and check ins before we could leave.
And then a
dear friend passed away and a memorial service to attend..................................
What a
month!
The truck and
camper had been packed for a few days. I had been making phone calls and
tracking the little package's progress on the Internet.
Saturday
morning - "Damn it! It shows the phone is still sitting in a USPS distribution
center in Sacramento! This was supposed to be expedited!" I was way past
mad. This was now comic relief. The Lady left for last minute items from the grocery
store. She returned with the little package in hand. "I stopped by the
post office and the lady had the phone. It came in on the morning truck."
"But the
tracking number says it's still sitting at the distribution center! I just
checked it again!"
The Lady
just looked at me. "I have my list of contacts to enter. I can do it on
the road. Want to leave on a trip?"
We were out
of here. After about 45 minutes of the Lady fussing with the phone and me
driving, she asked, "Where are we going?"
"Boundary
Peak. We were going to head to the top today, but we still have enough time
to get in position today and go to the top tomorrow." I answered.
"And
then where?"
"Humm.................anywhere
we want!" That seemed like a good answer to me.
Actually we
had looked at our topos of the Bishop area and some of the classic high Sierra spots we have never visited - names that conjured up all kinds of high Sierra
dreams - Piute Pass, Humphreys Basin, Lamarck Col, Bishop Pass, Dusy Basin.
Late
afternoon Sunday found us traveling west up highway 168. We knew nothing about
the campgrounds - we figured this was a heavily used recreation area and
therefore camping only in campgrounds - were reservations required? Any
non-reserved sites? Would everything be full up in the summer?
Hell, we
really didn't care. We had a great day on Boundary and there were no messages
on the phone when we drove through cell service. We'd find out soon enough what
the opportunities were.
We made a
right on North Lake Road. It was gravel. Things were looking up. A sign
immediately announced "Not Recommended for Trailers." Good. North Lake Campground is at road's end, a tiny campground with only 10 sites. Four
are carry in, tent only. A non-reservation campground, two of the six small
drive in sites were vacant. We took the best site that also had the advantage
of a nice separation from the other campers. We figured this was meant to be.
Up early
Monday morning, we took time to relax and walk with our first mug of coffee.
This is truly the best time of the day. It is cool. The birds are coming to
life, happy to announce it with their chatter and song. A couple groups of
eager backpackers were making the march through the campground from the parking
to the trailhead. Cruising through the parking area, evidence from the license
plate frames and parking permit stickers firmly stated that this is where
southern California comes, far and away the majority.
In short
order, we were ready to hit the trail and finally get a look at this High
Sierra stuff accessible out of Bishop. Today it was Piute Pass to get a look
into Humphreys Basin.
The
Wilderness boundary is immediately outside of the campground.
This was
like crossing over into the Holy Land. This
morning and the next two mornings, we announced as we passed one of these brown
signs, "Into the Johnny Muir!"
The trail
leads up the canyon of the North Fork of Bishop Creek. The high cirque lies
above an obvious granite bench.
The trail
construction is outstanding and obviously was quite an endeavor. We wondered
about the history of these trails.
At the top
lies the first high lake, Loch Leven.
The Alpine
Columbine were in their spring time glory.
30 years
ago, on a hike our dear friend Nancy, now passed, was helping the Lady with alpine
wildflower identification. Rounding one bend, the Lady spotted
flowers she had earlier learned about from Nancy. It came out a little wrong,
"Concubines!" You guessed it, just like "felt", now forever
"concubines."
The Lady
could see Piute Pass ahead, like putting a carrot on a stick in front of a
pony.
The Jeffery
Shooting Stars are quite large compared to the Shooting Stars in our area.
The carrot
was still out there.
And she was
there.
Humphreys
Basin stretched out all around us with Summit Lake directly below.
To orient
you and let you know about all the possibilities for exploration - the Golden
Trout Lakes lie below Summit. To the right and up are the Humphrey Lakes and
also the Desolation Lakes. To the left and up is Muriel Lake and above Muriel
are Goethe Lakes and the Lost Lakes, each tucked up in higher cirques; high
country heaven. We headed over to Muriel.
Pictured from
one of the tarns around Muriel, Mount Humphreys rises up over Humphreys Basin.
Muriel Peak
rises above its named lake and glacial rumble.
We found a
highpoint above Muriel Lake and relaxed. It was great to just be here. No
other people were in sight. No voices carried in the wind. It was us and this
place. We could fall in love with the Johnny Muir.
We pulled
ourselves up from our slumber. It was turnaround time. We had wandered off
trail, just exploring. Soon we were back on the east side of Piute Pass.
Clouds and
their shadows added drama to our view back down the cirque - the tarns, Piute
Lake, Loch Leven in the distance, and then that drop off.
We took a
long break at Piute Lake, Boots were off. We soaked the feet, a refreshing
break. We developed a fun saying we used throughout this series of hikes, "Would we rather be here or back at camp?" We were in no hurry.
We had to
investigate that little stone cabin.
Here is the
link to the Piute Lake snow Survey Station
It is now
modernized, so there is a snow pillow, antenna, and solar panel tucked away out
of sight somewhere nearby. Trips in on skis or snowshoes are probably now just
for confirmation and maintenance.
We passed
Loch Leven Lake with the largest cruising trout we had seen. We were back to
the top of the drop.
In was nice
to have camp set up and ready and we could start our hikes directly from the
camper. After dinner we had to walk in the evening. We wandered down to North
Lake, a real lake on the North Fork Bishop Creek, not an impoundment. It was
deserted, the day's crowds had vanished, back to motels or campsites.
This was a
nice end to a wonderful day.
Tomorrow, up
to Lamarck Col!
Continued
in Part Three - Please Click Here
Beautiful country! Quite an alpine contrast to our beloved flat land of northern forest lakes and prairies. Your photos give a great sense of the places you visit. Thanks for taking us along. Also great that you can give back some of your knowledge and experience to others through the education program.
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