As you can see, there wasn't much to see from this treed summit. The register was a sight worth taking in, as is often the case on these minor peaks. It has been in place since 1992. Over the day I would see the signatures of people such as Jennifer Roach, Steve Knapp, Brian Kalet, and Lisa Foster. Some good company to be in.
This peak looks to see 3-5 summits a year, and I had missed someone by three days.
Next I set my sights on Nisa Mountain. I simply headed east, avoiding any steeper areas as I worked my way downhill.
Up and up was the name of the game when I got to the other side of the meadow. I spied some rocky areas on the west face of Nisa Mountain and stayed north of them, but passed close enough to take a break and snap some photos from one.
Things finally started to flatten out a bit, and a short time later the summit was sighted. This peak is unranked, but still has an official name. The bushwhacking was again of a similar character to Green Mountain. Not much dead fall, low ground cover, and relatively easy movement as any forward/upward impedance was able to be avoided.
few weeks ago I'd stood in it as I went from Timber Lake to Julian Lake.
Though there wasn't a trail, getting to Mount Patterson wasn't too difficult. Just loose some elevation, and then gain some elevation. Move around any obstacles.
McHenrys still looks pretty wicked from this side.
previous outing. It looks like a pretty big day from this vantage point.
My plan from here was to move north east, and head directly to Granite Falls. Hopefully I wouldn't go too far east and end up above them. But in the end, I didn't go east enough and went almost directly north.
This was an awesome find. It's crazy to think that an animal can grow 50 plus pounds of bone in just a few months, and then leave it behind when the season changes. This was one of those things that you can see in nature that I think is truly humbling. If only I'd seen the enormous beast that dropped these. After getting over the fear I would have been floored.
The bushwhacking was a bit more intense here- more and larger fallen trees, more waist and chest height brush grabbing at the clothes and backpack. I eventually came to some cliffs and moved west to avoid them. So I wasn't going to pop out at Granite Falls, but at least I'd be on a trail to get there.
As luck would have it, I popped out at the Sunset campsite, and saw the first two people of the day. We talked for a little bit and I had to ask where I was specifically. I got a congrats on my earlier adventures, and headed up the trail to the falls.
Now my plan was to run this. I was still feeling pretty good as I hadn't been making much if any effort to really go fast as of yet. I put my poles away and started up. Almost immediately I felt a pain in my lower back/hips. It was enough to force me to give up on running and walk. Oh well.
My plan was to head back down until I met the intersection with the Onahu Creek trail, take that up to the top of the saddle, and head directly to the ranked and unoffically named Bushwhack Hill, which lies directly south west of the saddle. Simple.
My plan here seemed good, but from the saddle Bushwhack Hill wasn't visible. I saw another high point and decided (without checking my compass) that this must be it. Instead of going sw I went nw and climbed this high point. You can imagine my disappointment when I got to the top and didn't find a cairn or register, and discovered it was about 100 feet too low. Arg. After spending some time looking around, I was able to see a hill with two high points almost directly south of me. Whoops.
I was at a mental low here. I'd just made a dumb mistake that cost me some time. It was a little after 2pm, and almost on cue I heard thunder start around 1. The wind had picked up alot and was now swirling, and I'd encountered a little bit of rain. Was the weather going to be a factor after all? I was well prepared for rain, but still, getting caught out in a thunderstorm is pretty scary.
But I was also close to the Green Mountain Trail, and therefore close to the car. Maybe I could go down to the car, reevaluate the weather, and take the Onahu trail up toward Chickaree Lake. The more I thought about it, the better an idea this seemed. I even used my Inreach to send a message to that effect. But when I stood up, my legs took over and propelled me north again. I knew that if I went back to the car I would likely not continue on, and that would leave me with this one lake to come back for.
The bushwhacking here was similar to what I encountered for most of the day, and I felt like I was flying downhill. I knew the lake was around 9300 feet in elevation, so I contoured around at around 9600 feet, making sure to keep the lake below me. I reached a place where I would have to start heading back east to stay at that elevation, and knew I should now head directly north and find the trail.
Within a few minutes I came to a log and a definite sign of humanity: wadded up toilet paper and a turd on the ground. Ha! Well, at least I was headed in the right direction and had to be near a trail. Moments later I popped out into another campsite, this time sans people. I made my way over to the trail. I was at the Onahu site. I simply had to head down to 9400 or so, bear right to leave the trail, and I should be able to see the lake below me.
Once again, there wasn't much dead fall to contend with. I kept thinking at every little rise that I came to that I should see the lake soon. And then, there it was.
While large, this lake has no inlet or outlet, and was therefore quite warm relatively speaking. I decided to go for a swim and was in up to my knees when the weather went from lightly dripping to raining. Oh well. It would have felt nice.