"Smell
them?" the Lady asked as I raced to roll down my window. Lupine in full
bloom lined both sides of the road and their fragrant smell quickly filled our
truck. It was a beautiful late afternoon, warm with thunderheads building over
the Sierra Crest to the south of us. We wondered if we'd get hit as we were
going high.
We had a
quick dinner at Walker Burger in, of course, Walker, now open again for the
summer season. Local kids were manning the window so we didn't get to ask the
owners how they enjoyed the winter in the south of France, an ongoing joke we
share with them.
We reached
the Corral Valley Trailhead before dark.
The road in is wide dirt and
graded smooth but it is a bit deceiving because it is steep, steeper than you
think as it climbs the escarpment above Antelope Valley and Little Antelope Valley.
After set up chores, we walked the area and enjoyed the fading light. The wind
from the building thunderheads was dying down with the night. If you are familiar
with Highway 4 over Ebbetts Pass, to the northwest in the photo below are
Highland and Silver peaks.
We enjoyed
the same view at dawn on Saturday morning.
One of the
reasons we chose to return here was trout.
The Paiute Cutthroat Trout has an evolutionary history similar to the Golden Trout.
Blocked off from its ancestors, the Pacific Basin's Rainbow Trout, by the
creation of waterfalls, the high mountain Goldens slowly evolved into a distinct
sub species. The Paiute Cutthroat became separated from their Lahontan
Cutthroat (a Great Basin native trout) ancestors in a small creek in Alpine
County when uplift and erosion created a natural fish barrier. It's home waters
were Silver King Creek above Snodgrass Creek and below Llewellyn Falls. Were,
you ask? The unintended consequences of non-native trout stocking in the early
1900's, through competition and hybridization, was the loss of Paiute
Cutthroats in their birthplace. The Paiute's salvation was also unintended. Earlier,
sheep herders had moved Paiute Trout into the fishless reaches of Silver King Creek
above Llewellyn Falls and also into two adjacent
tiny drainages - Corral Valley and Coyote Valley, also above natural fish barriers. These
trout became the only remaining Paiute Cutthroats.
It took many
many years of planning and environmental review and addressing court challenges
but the Paiute Cutthroat are now being restored to their ancestral home in
Silver King Creek.
The Corral
Valley Trail climbs up onto an open sage covered bench. The Sierra Crest looms
above in the distance.
The trail
then gently drops into Corral Valley.
The Lady
stepped softly and watched the tiny creek for trout.
This was the
first weekend in May and to reach here, our skis should have been required. The
impacts of our fourth year of severe drought are all around. Honestly, this
entire area looks like late fall with little stream flow and dry ground,
especially in the meadows and wetlands. This should still be covered in a dense blanket of snow and also entering the peak of water runoff.
Our next
stop was the high point between Corral Valley and Coyote Valley.
This area
has incredible majestic Western Junipers.
We stopped
in Coyote Valley.
I quietly looked
for trout and I found the Lady busy with our USGS quads, Lost Cannon Peak for this area.
.
She loves
maps, continues to hone her skills, and practices "staying found."
We climbed
the divide between Coyote Valley and Upper Fish Valley on Silver King Creek. We
continued to be amazed at the large junipers, many heavy with orange pollen.
We topped
out on the broad saddle. It is almost impossible to imagine, but we were looking
at a 9% of normal snowpack on the mountains.
Upper Fish
Valley on Silver King Creek is above Llewellyn Falls.
It's
meandering meadow creek is edged with willows just starting to bud out.
This
beautiful place was well worth a long and relaxing break. The Lady could not
resist taking her boots off.
The willows
I'm sorry to
keep coming back to this, but it was a shock how dry it is. Yes, there are
green shoots coming up under this growth, but this should be completely saturated
soil.
We dropped
down stream and out of Upper Fish Valley to Llewellyn Falls, a defining
feature of the Paiute Cutthroat's past and future.
The geology
of the Carson Iceberg Wilderness alternates between volcanics and granites.
Along Llewellyn Falls were interesting eroding granite columns.
Lower Fish
Valley is another beautiful mountain valley dotted with a few beaver dams.
We continued
down along Silver King Creek on the Silver King Trail. The last meadow area
before the stream enters a gorge section is Long Valley.
This was our
third visit to this area. In July of 2009 we backpacked in and spent several
days exploring the area from the crest down to the East Fork of the Carson River. One
of the last hurdles to overcome before the go-ahead for the Paiute Cutthroat Trout restoration
plan was a permit from the Lahontan Regional Water Quality Control Board. I felt so strongly about the project that I
traveled to the public meeting and made comments as a private citizen in
support. And so this hike and visit was filled with emotion for me and it was also filled with hope.
Will this impossibly rare trout survive and once again swim, live, and flourish
it its ancestral home? Can we, as man, do this little bit for another
inhabitant of our earth?
We traveled
downstream until reaching the confluence with tiny Corral Creek. Here we headed
up to intersect with our route in and complete about a fourteen mile loop.
The air was
clean and beautiful. There was the start of cloud build to the east. We came
upon the fresh tracks of a large bear and wondered if it had just stepped off
the trail in response to our approach.
A large
cairn stands on the bench just before the trail drops back down to the trailhead.
This
reminded us of the large cairns we found on Colorado's Flat Tops erected by
shepherds. And, it also brought to mind the shepherd that carried small Paiute Cutthroat Trout
up country and quite possibly saved them.
We headed
down to camp with an afternoon storm building to the east.
We had been
alone all day. We were still the only vehicle at the trailhead. My track traps
revealed that no one had driven in during the day. We warmed water and cleaned
up and each found a tick to remove. It is spring time. We walked after dinner.
We always do. The Lady with her master's degree in physical education says we
have to, "To keep the joints oiled and to keep from taking a set!"
After the
wonderful day of hiking and the splendid solitude, we were rewarded with
beautiful evening light, a rising full moon over camp, and wondrous colors at
sunset.
We awoke the
next morning at dawn with the songs of coyotes.
Excellent photos -- I could almost smell the sagebrush and hear the wind.
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DeleteBeautiful pictures as always - I don't think I have ever seen cairns built that large before.....
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Perhaps you know this but those big cairns were built by bored Basque shepherds and are called "harrimutilaks" or stone boys. Found your blog through WTW.
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