Sunday, July 22, 2012

July 2012: Very High Sierra

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We wanted to get away to the mountains for a week or so, but the weather service had predicted a heat wave.  The solution was obvious: get up as high as possible into the cooler air, and stay there!  As it turned out, we spent a full week at 9400 feet and above.  

Thursday, July 12: We had targeted a boondocking campsite in the Toiyabe National Forest, somewhere between Lee Vining and Bridgeport in the Eastern Sierra.  The exact location of this campsite is a secret; it's at 9400 feet, west of Highway 395, in a remote area.  With our new trailer (which is modified for towing on rough dirt roads), we had no trouble getting there; but when we arrived, we were very surprised to find someone parked in "our spot," just taking in the view of Mono Lake.  Even more surprisingly, he immediately left.

Rain was predicted, so we set up our awning with a sharp tilt to shed the rainwater, a trick we learned in the Northwest.  And we put up a big tarp near the trailer, to use as a work area, draping it over ropes tied between the trees:


Because the soil was so rocky, I couldn't set anchors for the sides of the tarp.  Instead, I tied ropes around logs and then anchored the logs with big rocks:


We got a little bit of rain that night, and we saw thunderstorms all week long over the desert and Mono Lake, but we didn't get any more rain after that.

Friday, July 13: We hiked to Green Lake and East Lake.  Because the trailhead was at about 8000 feet, it was pretty hot for the first few miles, until we got up to the lakes at about 9500 feet.  Even though it was a fairly dry winter, there were still quite a few flowers in the meadows:  




There were fields of "swamp onion," which smelled more like garlic.  Supposedly, these are edible:


Saturday, July 14: We hiked the Virginia Lakes trail, which starts at almost 9800 feet and goes up to 11,300 feet.  We passed a log cabin near Cooney Lake:


As we got up into the high country, we saw quite a bit of metamorphic rock that had been lifted up by the granite of the Sierra.  In this shot, you can see that the shale has been tilted 90 degrees from the horizontal to the vertical:


Black Mountain, at about 12,000 feet, towered over the trail as we climbed up to the summit:


Up at the summit, we had lunch at two little melt ponds.  The snow bank had formed a small bridge:


Going off-trail, we contoured along the west side of the summit ridge, where we got a view of the interior of the Sierra, from Green and East Lakes to the north, all the way into Yosemite on the west and south.  That's Summit Lake behind me in the middle right portion of the picture:


Heading back down toward the trailhead, we could see the broad "U" shape of the valley – imagine this entire canyon, a mile across and 3000 feet deep, filled with a river of glacial ice:


Sunday, July 15: We had intended to take a fairly short hike up to Dunderberg Lake.  When we got to the lake, we found two middle-aged guys camped by the stream -- apparently, they camp at the lake to ski on the snow banks, so that they can say that they have skied in every consecutive month.  (To each his own!)  But they tipped us off to a great hike beyond the lake to Kavanaugh Ridge, at 11,000 feet.  Although the air was cool and breezy, there was no shade because we were far above tree line.  We climbed (carefully) out onto the rocky edge of the cliff, giving us tremendous views of the interior of the Sierra:

The skiers had also mentioned a small glacier on Dunderberg Peak.  It was right near Kavanaugh Ridge, and we could see where skiers had hiked up and had skied down almost to the edge of the wall over the melt pond – the water was, of course, almost freezing, and the wall was about ten feet high – not a great place for skiing, since a fall would probably be fatal:


A fairly large iceberg (perhaps 10' x 5') had broken off of the wall and was floating around in the pond:

Note the pink snow in this picture – I am told that there is a pink algae that grows on snowfields during the summer.  This picture is not "photoshopped" -- the snow is really pink, and the underwater ice is really turquoise:


The edge of the glacier hung over the pond:


As we sat at the edge of the glacier, a little iceberg, about 2 feet wide, floated toward me – I was able to push it back out into the middle of the melt pond:




(By the way, notice the mound of gravel behind me in that shot -- this is actually the terminal moraine of this little glacier, and the pond is sitting in the cirque carved by the glacier in the mountainside.)

On our way back down to the trailhead, we could see storm clouds gathering over Mono Lake and the White Mountains – the tallest mountain in the center is Boundary Peak, over 13,000 feet high:  

That afternoon, we set up our "snack area" in the meadow next to our campsite, overlooking Mono Lake and the desert to the east – in this picture, you can just see the trailer, hiding back in the trees:

We also set up our new two-person hammock -- very comfortable and easy to use!  It was very pleasant in the late afternoons, rocking while the cool breeze blew through the trees overhead:



It's too bad that the pictures can't capture the peace and quiet of this campsite -- we were many miles away from any other people.  The only sound was the wind in the trees.  The days were generally cool and amazingly bug-free; the nights were pleasantly chilly.  After sundown, it was too cool to sit outside.  (We could not make a campfire because of the fire restrictions in the national forest; and we rarely make a fire anyway, since there is just too much risk of starting a forest fire.)  Nor can the pictures show the long, leisurely meals.  As usual, we brought our favorite foods with us -- breakfasts were eggs, salsa, and toast, and dinners were (e.g.) barbecued beef, fresh green salad, bread, and a pretty good Zinfandel.  Yes, boondocking is hard work -- all of the food and water must be carried with us, and we have to set everything up ourselves, and the terrain is rough.  But the relaxation is priceless.

Late that evening, just before bedtime, we went outside to look at the stars and were surprised to see lightning flickering up and down the eastern horizon, over the Nevada desert.  It was so far away that it was completely silent; the lightning illuminated the cloud banks over the mountains, giving them an orange glow.  Every so often, we could see the lightning bolts themselves, forking into the mountaintops.  The whole display was reminiscent of a fireworks show -- very memorable!

Monday, July 16:  We drove into Yosemite up Tioga Pass to the Spillway Lake trail, which began at around 9500 feet and ended at around 10,500 feet.  This was a surprisingly delightful trail, with a mix of shady forest interspersed with sunny meadows.  There were plenty of flowers:


Even the deer seemed to prefer the shade:


Given the altitude and the harsh conditions, we were surprised to find a tiny frog hopping along the trail: 


The lake itself was pleasant, but the lush meadows surrounded by craggy peaks were right out of “The Sound of Music:”



On our way back down to the trailhead, we had some terrific views of Mt. Conness to the north, around 12,000 feet -- it has a pretty large glacier on its north side, near the 20 Lakes Basin:


Mammoth Peak, at 12,000 feet, was just to the west of the trail – I really liked the way that the ground lupine in this swale echoed the shape of the mountain, so I had to get down on the ground to get this shot:


Felice took a shot of the same area – I looked at her camera and asked, “Where was that log in the foreground of your shot?”  Then I realized that I was the log:



Even though Indian paintbrush flowers are very common, I just had to capture this one in the late afternoon light:


That evening, we were treated to a spectacular display of lenticular clouds, which are "standing waves" of condensation: moist air flows up over the mountains, condenses, and then descends.  The area of condensation is stationary, even though the moisture continually flows through the cloud.  These clouds were south of our campsite, on the leeward side of Tioga Pass:





Tuesday, July 17: We drove up Tioga Pass to the Tuolumne Meadows area.  The trailhead to Tuolumne Falls began at Lembert Dome, which we had climbed a couple of years ago:



The trail was a bit of a disappointment – the first 3 miles were very sandy, and the pack animals had messed things up pretty badly.  But all was forgiven when we got to the falls:



Felice took one of her patented “boots” shots:

The canyon downstream beyond the falls was very enticing – Felice climbed up onto a boulder to get a better view:


But the hike was so long – about five miles each way, with almost a thousand feet of elevation gain on the return – that we could not go down the canyon any further.  It was a long, hot walk back to the trailhead.

Wednesday, July 18:   As we reluctantly left our campsite for the drive home, we got a picture of the week's collection of used bandannas, which we had hung on the awning to dry -- this is in lieu of Tibetan prayer flags, or a string of trout:

The road out of the national forest is very rough – at one point, there was a particularly deep ditch that would have given me a lot of trouble with my old trailer, and I wanted to see how much clearance we had with our "raised up" trailer.  As you can see, there is almost a foot of clearance below our plumbing, which is more than enough.  This may not seem like a big deal to most people, but to a boondocker, this is a very beautiful picture:


That night, shortly after we pulled into Lone Pine, we received a bon voyage present from Mount Whitney:

This is the same shot edited in Lightroom, a year later:



8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful pictures. I had never thought about raising the height of the trailer to get more access to off road sites. Was that a lot of work or do they sell lift kits like they have for other tow vehicles?

living.boondockingmexico said...

Too cool! Now that's a boondocking trip!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Beautiful photos. Thank you so much for sharing.

C&K said...

What breathtaking vistas (including bandanas and boots). We city slickers have boondocking envy right now

Bodie Bailey said...

I love this area, Great Fall colors. I'm working on a book about super road-trips and places along Highway 395.

Dan Schechter said...

The lifting was done by the dealership -- it is a "flipped axle" with shocks and a heavy duty axle and 14 inch wheels. There are kits available, but this was not a do-it-myself kind of job, since it involved some welding.

Larry and Carol said...

What a beautiful area and those are great photos. Thank you for sharing. I know you don't control the ads on this site but when I clicked on an ad for Yosemite at the bottom of your page I got a warning from my virus control program that it was a dangerous site so I backed off. Just FYI.

Dan Schechter said...

Ads?? I deliberately chose not to "monetize" this blog so there would be no ads, and I see none when I look at it myself. My advice is never to click on the ads -- that'll teach 'em!