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Etymology Coso Peak |
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Clouds had moved in during the night to cover much of the sky, but the eastern horizon
had clearer skies which made for a pretty sunrise with pink and
orange coloring to the cloud layer just before
sunrise, shortly after
7a. At a fork in the road I
turned right to Crystal Spring where the road ends
in half a mile. Some decent stonework was done to create a
catch basin from the
spring to allow cattle grazing in this desert landscape. The fencing for a corral is in
ruins and there is little else remaining from wooden structures that once stood nearby.
I headed cross-country to
the southwest, aiming for a canyon I had identified
on the map as a reasonable ascent route. I had planned to hike west up this canyon to
approach Coso from the north, but at the mouth of the canyon where it forks I made a
sudden change in plans. Though
a duck here indicated I wasn't the first
to consider hiking up the canyon, the ridgeline running up from the fork looked to be
mostly snow-free and a reasonable route in its own right. I did not like the idea of
hiking through snow in the shady canyon where at least some of it would be unconsolidated
and preferred to keep my boots and feet as dry as possible.
The slopes leading up the from the desert floor were only moderately vegetated, making
for no bushwhacking and only minor weaving around obstacles. Portions of the ridgeline
offered some rocky scrambling, a welcome respite from the more trudging
aspects of the less-featured slopes. The steepest portion of the ridgeline route was in
the
very beginning, but the gradient remains difficult most of
the way, climbing almost 2,000ft in less than a mile and a half. As one climbs
higher, the desert scrub gives way to
junipers and pines, and more snow can be
found even on the ridge above about 7,500ft. I first spotted
the summit from
about a mile away, a large white ball easily marking the top. Two hours after starting
out I was on
the last stretch to the summit, now only 15 minutes away. I began
to watch out more carefully for vehicles on the road or personnel about the summit.
When I reached the road just below the summit the first things I noted were
the tire tracks in the snow. Most likely contractors working at the communications
facility, the place was not as unvisited as I might have liked. I had no idea how often
people come up here, but clearly at least several times in the past few months and for
all I knew, daily. I was happy to find no trucks parked outside the facility when I
reached
the top. A large white ball sits atop a small beige building with a
large array of solar panels facing south. Evidently this facility was fairly new, as one
peakbagger who I spoke with that had visited in the past few years had found only an
empty pad at the time.
The highpoint of Coso Peak is found in a rocky clump
just south of the solar panels. I looked around but
found no sign of a register in any of the obvious places. A more thorough search did not
seem worthwhile - I imagine this is one of those peaks that most illegal visitors would
not want to make public. I snapped a few photos looking
west and
east, and was soon on my way back - I had no interest in hanging out for the
next service truck to arrive.
Utilizing the same route for the descent, it took an hour to return to the desert floor
at Crystal Spring and another hour to
get back to the van. It was
just 10:45a, having taken but half a day for the peak. The afternoon peak would be more
challenging though far less recognizeable as a climbing objective.
The dirt road turned out to be short-lived, going only about a third of a mile to a
turnaround and a primitive campsite used by hunters. Deer tracks were evident everywhere
in the soft, bare soil that characterized the terrain in this modestly forested region.
The deer had made ample trails throughout and I used these where I could as I followed
the ridgeline in a meandering route from one bump to the next along the way. Most of the
route was snow-free, but there were many sections in the shadier northern
slopes that
had held the snow from a month ago. Here I would take more time to look for a way around
the snow, or travel over the more consolidated portions or where the deer had first made
tracks. I could see my
destination after climbing the first rise, but it took
almost two more hours to finally reach it. I found obsidian
shards in a number
of locations, evidence of ample usage by the native Americans long before myself or the
modern hunters had made use of the area. In one location I found dozens of
chips, suggesting it had been a site used for the fashioning
of new weapon points by one or more native artisans.
It was nearly 3:30p by the time I had reached the highpoint, more time than I
had expected due to the circuitousness of the route. A stake marked the location of a
survey tower and nearby was found the
1952 benchmark. I found no register,
somewhat of a
surprise considering the prominence exceeds 1,000ft and usually draws the attention of
John Vitz, Richard Carey and others. Looking around, I found the lack of snow surprising,
considering I was over 8,000ft. The Coso Range showed more snow than this part of the
Sierra. Looking
north to Sacatar Canyon and further into the Golden Trout
Wilderness, there was very little snow to be seen. Even looking
south, where
one can seen the
north-facing slopes as far as Owens Peak, the snow was not dominant. This would give me
the inspiration to come back in the following weeks for return visits - provided more
snow didn't change things dramatically. My return was along much the same route with a
few shortcut segments thrown in where it made sense. With the sun
setting
shortly before 5p, it would be almost half an hour later before I managed to
return to the van, though
happily without resorting to headlamp. I had made full use of the available daylight for
the two peaks and was out of time and energy. I showered in the middle of Kennedy Meadows
Rd (not a whole lot of traffic up Ninemile Canyon) before heading back down to US395. I
ended up parking about a mile west of the highway on a dirt aqueduct access road just
below Boulder Peak in Indian Wells Valley. I was considering a climb of Boulder Peak in
the early morning, but was doubtful I'd have time. The location did make for a nice camp
location well away from the noise of the traffic on US395 and a good place to spend the
night...
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