Thursday, October 15, 2020

Great Basin National Park - October 2020 - Part Two

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Note: please click here to go to Part One



A Visit With Old Friends

 

Tuesday morning at the trailhead looked a lot like Monday morning.

 

 

 


 

 

It was a bit cooler. The Lady wore her fleece fingerless gloves. We have hiked up to Baker Lake many times. Our first was with snow cover and the lake froze over. The bends in the trail, the grades, the landmarks, the small meadows, the huge avalanche path are now like old friends. Fall was a new season here for us. We looked forward to both the dramatic differences - color - and the subtle differences. Today would be a visit with old friends and we were so looking forward to it.

 

In the deep canyon areas along Baker Creek the aspens were regal and varied in colors.

 

 

 


 

 

Up slope on the sunny aspects the aspens were small and mostly ghost groves.

 

 

 


 

 

The morning was a wonderful climb through a corridor of color.

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

Other fall colors were around us.

 

 

 


 

 

As we gained elevation we entered the ghost groves.

 

 

 


 

 

We were alone on the trail until reaching the huge avalanche path. Tyler (an alias) passed us, a young man obviously on a mission. He had a goal and he was making time.

 

It is always three hours to Baker Lake from the campground. The mileage given at the trailhead is a bit short. The trail has improvements and reroutes here and there. With our extra wandering and explorations, we figured this was a 14 mile day.

 

Three hours into the hike we arrived at Baker Lake.

 

 

 


 

 

The lake is very shallow and in fall it is reduced to three small ponds. It holds non native Brook Trout that, surprisingly,  survive winter kill in the shallow water. If I mentioned the size of the two char we watched, a few of you would be grabbing your fly rods right now. The water is shallow and crystal clear. Your technique and presentation would need to be careful and precise.

 

The small cirque is amazing and we took well over an hour exploring.

 

 

 


 

 

We watched Tyler descend from Pyramid Peak as we stretched out and relaxed.

 

 

 


 

 

Two anglers arrived as we relaxed. This was not a day of solitude for us. The first was a flycaster, quiet and determined. A quick hello was conversation enough for him. As we left a young man tossing hardware arrived (spin fishing outfit). It was obviously his first time here, full of questions and talk, and comforted knowing other people were around.

 

We met a large spread out group of backpackers as we returned down the trail. It turned out to be a freshman college class from Utah learning outdoor skills. Following up, doing sweep, was the instructor. We enjoyed a long pleasant conversation with the man. We shared many interests and experiences.

 

We also encountered  a group of four, stung out, coming up the trail. They were doing the "loop" to Baker Lake, up and over to Johnson Lake, and back via the Snake Divide. Julie and I both agreed they were late in the day to be considering completing the loop. We offered friendly, gentle, knowledgeable information on what was ahead for them and asked that they consider a turnaround time. We figured they would all reach what we think as the half way point - the high saddle between Baker and Johnson Lake - at around 3:30 pm. Turning around and following a trail that is familiar to you may be better than forging on into unknown terrain, especially if it's dark. But we did this four separate times because they were not traveling as a group or had communication with each other. They were not young people, but fairly fit, and enthusiastic. We heard all the usual responses. "We have headlamps. It okay if it gets dark." "What? The trail's not like this the whole way?" "No, we've never been here before." "We have the All Trails app on our phone." "It's real steep down to Johnson Lake?"

 

An earlier start would have served them well as would have a fast pace like Tyler's. It was obvious to us Tyler was doing "the loop" and he'd added a quick trip to the summit of Pyramid Peak.

 

We wished them well. We know no details about the outcome other than the vehicles at the trailhead that we most likely thought were theirs were gone later. Yes, we checked.

 

Time had gotten eaten up with the various conversations as we hiked back to camp, but we were fine with that. No need to hurry and we came back to one of our mantras, "Would we rather be here or back at camp?"

 

We were again alone on the trail and enjoyed the peaceful mosey back to the trailhead.

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

Taking our time, we knew, also put us closer to deer thirty. We could care less about beer thirty but deer thirty is special. Sure enough, deer were appearing all around us, starting their evening activities. The Lady always enjoys seeing the big boys.

 

 

 


 

 

A group of three bucks posed on a open slope for us. The 4x3 was the largest. The classic 4x4 had a smaller rack. The fork was the young one hanging with the men and acting proud.

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

We stopped at the trailhead and noted the remaining vehicles and matched them - in our minds - to the people still out on the trail. We'd walk back before bed and check again. Tyler's car was easy to pick out.

 

 

 


 

 

We wondered where you can charge your Tesla in rural Nevada? The Border Inn, right on the Utah line, offers charging. Tyler was the poster child for how not to leave your vehicle at the trailhead. All of his personal gear, valuable electronics and such, were all in easy view. It was evident he'd been living on the road for several days.

 

A large van towing a utility trailer belonged to the college group.

 

The sun had set. Soft light illuminated that last patch of aspen as we finished off the last half mile to camp.

 

 

 


 

 

We were curious why Tyler had not yet returned to the trailhead. With his pace he should have already returned. What was up with Tyler? Did his fast pace give out on him? Did he decide, like us, there was no reason to hurry? Would he rather be out on the trail or back at the Border Inn?

 

After all evening chores were completed we returned to the trailhead at dark. Tyler's Tesla was gone as were the vehicles we associated with the "loop" group. Good. The Lady found that Tyler had added a note to his entry in the trailhead register.

 

"Saw 5 bucks, 4 does, 2 bambis at the SFork baker/Timber creek fork. 2 bucks bluff charged me and almost got bear sprayed. Enough yelling eventually scattered does & bucks followed."

 

 

 


 

 

Just another day in the mountains. A little more fun than usual.

 

We slept well, only waking once near midnight as a poor pilgrim drove the loops hoping for an empty campsite. Tomorrow, Wednesday, our adventure continued.

 

Our adventures in the next installment. Please click here for Part Three

2 comments:

  1. The leaf photo after the Tesla shot is a prize-winner -- thanks for letting us see the aspens this year, if only vicariously.

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    1. You are welcome Professor Dan. Thanks for the kind comment!

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