Wind Rivers and Bridger Wilderness

In our previous post we briefly outlined the 12-day trip in a couple of pix from each day. Here are a few more of our favorite images from this trip. The lower elevation lakes are more heavily vegatated, with grasses and lillies adding a tanic color to the water:

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The “high meadow” plateau gives stunning views of the peaks of the continental divide of the central Winds as you approach:

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We had spectacular sunsets every evening:

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A very unusual phenomenon, Sandpointe Lake, features a sandy beach:

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We found butterflies and moths abounding wherever there remained blooming flowers:

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One of our favorite high-altitude flowers, still in bloom are the “Elephantheads,” appropriately named:

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Great views of Middle Fork Lake:

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Some images taken from passes and saddles overlooking valleys created by the continental divide, or lesser saddles:

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A couple of views of Glacier Lake and Mt. Victor:

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Long Lake, a formidable barrier between Europe Canyon and Glacier Lake:

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Some reflections on the mountains:

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Backpacking the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming

Let’s go backpacking!  Each year I and two good friends pick a mountain range and head off for two weeks of adventure above timberline.  This year, it was the Wind River Range of Wyoming, just to the southeast of the Tetons and Jackson Hole.  We’ve been to these mountains before, and we try to spend as much time as possible “off-trail” and way back away from the other hikers, up where the snows don’t melt and the Grizzlies don’t roam.  It’s a bird’s eye view of God’s Creation without a lot of interference from man, and it’s a good place to be.  Come on along!

The first day was a 10-mile hike with full backpacks, and the first two miles enjoyed over a 1000′ elevation gain.  Camp the first night was in a meadow overlooking the Wind Rivers, with the jagged, round-topped Bonneville Peak standing guard.  Sunset the first night was phenomenal:

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Day 2 we clicked off another 8 miles and gained another 1000′ altitude up to Middle Fork Lake.  We found a great place to camp, and a nosy mule deer thought so also:

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Day 3 we kept our campsite at Middle Fork Lake and did a day hike up over the saddle to Bewmark Lake.  Middle Fork and Lee Lakes as seen from the saddle:

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An unnamed lake just above Bewmark Lake, just below Photo Pass, at just under 11,000′ in altitude.  The streams were pretty, but is has been a very low snow year, and all the snow is gone, as well as a few glaciers that we saw when we were in these mountains three years ago.  Some of the streams are barely running, or in some cases, not at all:

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Day 4 we packed up and made a short trek up and over a pass to Halls Lake. We have been here once before, and it’s a beautiful place. We made a day hike up to the top of the knobs overlooking the valley of the Shoestring Lakes.  This panorama shows Halls Lake from a ridge above the lakes and the Shoestring Lakes as you pan around to the right:

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An eagle spreads his wings on the hunt, and another wonderful sunset over Halls Lake:

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Day 5 we head out on another short day, only 4.25 miles from Halls Lake to Europe Canyon and Europe Canyon Lakes.

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Day 6 was a day hike up to Europe Canyon Pass. Joe and I enjoyed a lunch on the pass, looking over into the Wind River Indian Reservation and Milky Lakes before a storm chased us down:

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Day 7 was a tough 3.6 miles from Europe Canyon, past Long Lake and over the 500′ high buttress, then down to Glacier Lake and Glacier Valley:

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Day 8 we all did a day hike up to Hay Pass, at 11, 350′.  Views were spectacular.

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The next morning we took a side trip to a small, unnamed lake up against the cliff face near our camp. What a wonderful surprise to find this gem tucked away and protected just for us:

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Day 9 we did another day hike, this one to the Continental Divide on the other end of the valley, also at over 11,000 feet:

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Day 10 we packed up to begin the 3-day hike back toward the trialhead.  Another calm morning meant more beautiful reflections on the water:

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Day 11, our last night in the mountains, ended with a spectacular light show:

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Our last day, heading down and back to the trailhead, the air was filled with smoke from fires burning in Wyoming and Idaho.  We ended our 12 days safe and sound with no food to spare:

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The Wind River Range, and the Bridger and Teton Wilderness, is some of the best-kept secrets in this country.  It covers a vast expanse of wilderness and roadless area accessible only to foot and horse, and seems as unspoiled as it was hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago.  Be ready to be self-sufficient and self-rescue worthy, and above all, respect the weather that these mountains generate, especially lightening.  For more information on hiking and backpacking the Winds, write me and I’ll get you in touch with some great information to get you started.  And remember, “You don’t stop backpacking because you grow old, you grow old because you stop backpacking.”

Happy Trails

Ghosts of the Past

On a recent visit by friend Jeffrey R, an excellent amateur photographer, we made a swing through Big Bend National Park to document a few of the artifacts of an era of frontier life that is way in the past.  Only remnants remain to testify to the harshness of the land and the reality of survival in this brutal  environment.

First stop was at the Homer Wilson Ranch.  This was a line cabin located in the Blue Creek drainage.  The ranch and cabin were in use until World War II, then abandoned prior to this ranch becoming part of the new Big Bend National Park:

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Closer to the Rio Grande River, an old homestead looms above the desert near the outflow from Santa Elena Canyon.  Settlers farmed and ranched this fertile floodplain of the Rio Grande until the 1930s:

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Nearby, a graveyard lies in mute testimony to those who spent the last years of their lives along this border struggling to survive:

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Just upriver from this homestead looms the opening of Santa Elena Canyon, a canyon formed when the land on both sides of the river was uplifted along a fault clearly defined by the 1500-foot high mesas, which were formed when the fault slipped and uplifted.  The result is a canyon popular with boaters who put in at Lajitas, Texas, and float the shut-in canyon until it exits the uplifted slabs here at the confluence with Terlingua Creek:

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The “ghost” town of Terlingua, TX, lies just a few miles to the west of Big Bend National Park.  It was a mining town, established by the Chisos Mining Company, and flourished until the demand for mercury subsided after World War II. The cemetery consists mostly of graves of Mexican laborers who worked the mines, with as many as 2000 workers living in the area in its heyday. Many of these graves are dated 1918 and 1919, the result of the great influenza epidemic that ravaged the United States in those years. There are hundreds of graves here.  Pictured are a notable few:

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Howard Perry formed the Chisos Mining Company and the town of Terlingua sprung up and grew as a result of the jobs it provided. The original school was housed in a tent, then the permanent Perry School was built in 1907.  The multi-room adobe building has seen considerable deterioration in recent years, and will soon be gone without considerable restoration, something unlikely to happen.

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Howard Perry build “The Mansion” for himself and his wife on a high spot on the “anglo” side of the town.  After the mine was established and the mansion built, Perry’s wife came from Chicago to join him, stayed one day, and headed back to Chicago, vowing never to return…and she didn’t.

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The church seems to be undergoing a much-needed restoration, and appears to be in use again as a church.  Through the years it had fallen into disrepair, had the steeple shot off by drunks from the chili cookoffs, and lived in as a shelter by various people.  The exterior and interior both reflect the efforts of a major restoration effort, something very welcome to see:

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Many of the images on today’s blog entry have been produced through the use of HDR (High Dynamic Range) imaging, the technique of combining multiple images of different exposures to create an image with more detail in the highlights and shadows. The software used here is Photomatrix Pro.  You can get a free trial version to play with, and the results are astounding.

The Chisos Mountains South Rim Trail

If you are a hiker, a trip up to the South Rim of the Chisos Mountains in Big Bend National Park is a must.  This is a great hike any time of the year, but it is one of the few that are comfortable for hikers and backpackers during the summer months, due to the altitude (7300′ on the south rim) and the extreme heat at lower elevations near the Rio Grande River (2000′).  The Chisos Mountains contain several ecosystems found in this part of the park only in these mountains:

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The trail to the South Rim is a strenuous, 14 mile round trip, with an elevation gain of 2,000 feet from the trailhead in the Chisos Basin at 5,400′ to the rim at 7,400′.  The only way to get there is to go UP:

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Along the way, I encounter a pair of Chisos Whitetail Deer, so named because this sub-species of the whitetail deer is found only here in the Chisos Mountains, having evolved on this eco-island:

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As I climb through the high desert to sub-alpine terrain, a few more of my favorite friends come to visit:

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Some of the more elusive critters, a tarantula, and a desert toad brought out of hibernation by the recent rains:

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Finally, after 3 hours of climbing the 2,000′ and 5 miles to my campsite, I am alone at 7,300′ overlooking the Chihuahua Desert nearly a mile below, and Mexico 30 miles to the distant south:

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The views from the South Rim Trail are spectacular, looking southeast past the annual nesting cliffs of the peregrine falcon toward the Sierra del Carmen Mountains of Mexico:

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Due south lies a landmark peak, Elephant Tusk, framing a century plant agave in bloom, hanging on precipitously to the cliff face:

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Back at camp, sunset is often spectacular, and this evening did not disappoint.  Sunset is late up here, coming at 9:00 p.m. this close to the summer solstice:

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The moon is late to rise, and late to set, as the morning light dawns soft and warm over the desert floor:

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On the way back to the Basin, I pass one of the few blooming plants still showing its splendor so late in the season, and a critter I have yet to identify, but probably a skink of some type:

 

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One last look to the southwest, down the Blue Creek escarpment, scene of a massive fire in March, 1989, with a lone burn remnant of that blaze:

 

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While temperatures in most of Big Bend National Park reached 104 at headquarters and 112 along the river during the past few days, the temps I encountered on the South Rim Trail ranged from a high of 79 degrees during the day to a low of 63 degrees at night, hard to believe, but a fact of hiking the High Chisos Trail Complex.  No excuse to stay away.

Tarantula Hawk

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I knew nothing about the tarantula hawk.  I have seen them around the yard for years, and even though they make a fearsome showing with their blue-black body and bright red wings, they never seem aggressive, and we leave each other alone.  Until yesterday.  I was hiking with my pack along a county trail near my home, and noticed a tarantula hawk dragging a tarantula across the trail.  I’ve seen video of this behavior a time or two before, but never in person.  With no camera, I whipped out my cell phone and tried to get close enough for a pic.  When I get within about 6-8 feet of the subject, the wasp left the tarantula prize and flew directly at me, very menacingly.  It turned out to be a warning, or a bluff, and when I jumped back to the proper distance (according to the wasp), she returned to her quarry and continued on across the trail:

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Back home, I did some quick research.  Seems these are critters you don’t want to mess with.  First, it’s the female that does the hunting, so that’s reason enough to leave it alone.  Second, they don’t actually kill the tarantula, but merely paralyze it and drag it back live to their nest, where they lay an egg into the abdomen of the tarantula.  When the egg hatches, the larvae has a ready and fresh food source.  Very macabre.

Now, here’s the interesting note that concerns us all:  the sting of the Tarantula Hawk is the most painful of any sting in the northern hemisphere, and second only to the Bullet Ant anywhere in the world, according to the Schmidt Pain Index.  It is not fatal, nor particularly dangerous, but it is excruciatingly painful for many minutes, described as “…simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except, perhaps, scream.”

Seems like a good reason to give them plenty of space and simply observe from a distance.

Big Bend National Park’s Black Gap Road

It’s April in the Chihuahuan Desert, and that means road trip.  Jodie and I hooked up the Palomino Banshee popup camper to the Jeep and headed off into the backroads of Big Bend National Park, down one of our favorite, although less traveled roads, the Black Gap Road.  This is the toughest road in the park from the standpoint of technical offroad travel, although it is very tame compared to many other routes we’ve navigated throughout the country in the past.  So, we took off for three days of solitude, seeking the colorful variety of blooming plants found this time of the year in the Chihuahuan Desert.

Our first encounter was an old friend of the desert this time of the year, a snake called a red racer.  They are a bright copper-red color, and this one was about 5 feet long:

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Some of the cactus in bloom are the claret cup, cane cholla, and strawberry cactus:

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Our campsite on the Glenn Springs primitive road, on the way to Black Gap:

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One of the many small, unnamed side canyons along the road:

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The Black Gap Road is barely a road in places, as it snakes across dry creekbeds and into and out of drainages that run from the Chisos Mountains to the Rio Grande River.  Elephant Tusk peak and the Chisos Mountains are in the background:

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The road gets its name from the “black gap,” a cut through the volcanic intrusion that separates two drainages.  The old surface through the “gap” is crumbled away and users of the road keep the drop-off filled with loose rocks to form a ramp to keep your rig off high center.  It’s a very easy route, but requires high clearance:

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The remnants of the Mariscal Mine, an old mercury mine from the early 20th century, provided a nice backdrop for a break:

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We join the River Road, and pull down a side road to an old fishing camp/campsite along the Rio Grande River…U.S. on the left bank and Mexico a stone’s throw across on the right:

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Prickly Pear cactus blooming with the Chisos Mountains in the background:

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When Jodie tells me to “go fly a kite,” I take her literally:

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Nearly full moon over our camp, and Orion setting in the west with the last glow of sunset:

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We awoke the third, and last morning, to a beautiful sunrise over the Sierra del Carmen Mountains in Mexico:

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