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With the regular driving across the state at night and a few hours sleep at the
trailhead, I found myself ready to go from the
Mono Creek TH by 6:40a. Located
just north of the Vermilion CG at the west end of the lake, it would make for
a long hike of nearly 24 miles on the day with over 6,000ft of gain. Still, this
seemed the shortest route to reach it. One can take a ferry to cut off six
miles each way in season, but the water level was too low and the ferry had
already quit for the year - not that I would have used it even if it
was running as it feels too much like cheating. For two hours I hiked
the trail northeast above the NW shore of this rather
large lake, though the lake itself is not visible along most of the
route. I passed by the
ferry turnoff, crossed the
Wilderness boundary and then several other trail junctions at
Quail Meadow and for
Mono Pass. It was a very pleasant day
with blue skies and cool temperatures and it was nice having the solitude and
quiet to myself. Not far past the
Mott Lake junction where the trail
starts climbing up the lower step of Silver Pass Creek, I came across a lone
backpacker.
Allen was hiking the
JMT, 4 days into a hike he expected to take ten days, a fairly fast time. He
didn't look like he'd been out on the trail any longer than myself. Allen
was burdened with a backpack that looked no heavier than my daypack. Except for
the poles, he was looking like a much younger (and better-looking) version of
myself. He was as surprised to see a dayhiker out this far as I was to see such
a light-traveling JMTer. From his big grin he seemed to be having a really great
time and I had no doubt he'd be successful in his 10-day quest.
I left the trail a bit early when I crossed a meadow and started up
the long South Ridge of Evon BM (my track came very close to crossing the trail
about half a mile later). It started off going up some
easy slabs
before moving higher through some
light forest cover and eventually
opening up to some fine views off the
right and
left sides. Silver Pass is to
the northwest, just north
of Silver Pass Lake.
The ridge is deceptively long though not
technically difficult (class 2). Where I thought the cross-country portion would
take me an hour, it ended up taking twice as long and it was noon before I
finally found my way to
the highpoint. The weather continued to be
fine, no wind blowing across the summit, making it a relaxing spot
to lunch and take in the views. There is a great view looking
west of the Silver Divide, with other sweeping views to higher peaks
to the
east and
south. Red Slate and Red & White dominate the
view to
the north and northeast where the Sierra Crest runs closest to
the summit. Far to
the northwest could be see
Ritter/Banner
(they seem to be visible from almost every summit on the west side of the
Sierra) with the colorful peaks of the Mammoth area at a closer distance.
A register had been left by Reiner Stenzel six or seven years earlier,
filling 11 pages in the interim.
More obscure than Evon BM is Peak 11,515ft about a mile and a half to the
southwest. It marks the highpoint of a ridge trending south that separates
Goodale and Silver Passes. It sports more than 750ft of prominence and seemed
like a good bonus for the return. It had taken five and a half hours
to reach Evon, longer than I had hoped, but I was still feeling pretty good and
turned my attention to the bonus peak. I descended more than 1,600ft down the
SW Face of Evon, easy at first with a broad,
sandy cirque
that made for bounding steps and a quick loss of elevation. The cirque funneled
into a cliff band where I used
a brushy chute to make my way through
the difficultly, eventually
opening again to a broad cirque, though
now characterized by grassy ledges and lots of broken rock.
It was 1p before I crossed the trail and traversed around the outlet
of
Silver Pass Lake northeast of Peak 11,515ft. I found my way up
steep slopes with scree and class 2 scrambing up to
the ridgeline
where some class 3 was encountered on the way to
the highpoint.
Though I found no register and no cairn, I was far
from any sort of first ascent. Secor makes no mention of this peak in his
guidebook, but the older Smatko version from 1972 has a bunch of extra minor
peaks, including this one - and lists a first ascent from 1937. Though 700ft
lower, I thought the views from the summit were even better than Evon,
primarily because the peaks along the Sierra Crest to the east and
southeast looked to have more relief. It was 2:15p before I started
down
the NW slopes of the summit, a not-so-great talus fest that did
not get better until I was
lower where alpine grasses had managed a
foothold. I found the
Goodale Pass Trail on the west side of Cold
Creek around 3p and followed this down for the start of the long return.
At an unnamed meadow above Upper Graveyard Meadow, the random thoughts floating
around in my head were disrupted by what seemed like music wafting ever so
quitely through the trees. This grew a bit louder as I descended the trail,
enough that I was convinced my brain hadn't conjured it out of the stillness.
Eventually I spied someone through the trees playing a french horn.
He and a buddy had set up camp
not far from the trail at the edge of the meadow and were having a little
music with their wilderness experience. It seemed odd, but far preferrable to
a ghetto-blaster or other commercial music source. Not sure if I had been
spotted (would the music cease if I had been?), I continued down the trail
past
the junction for Graveyard Lakes, crossing
Cold Creek
at another junction
and then descending down the last 1,000ft through the forest to Lake Thomas
Edison. At
the Wilderness boundary I noted I had exited a different
one (Ansel Adams) than the one I had entered (John Muir), possibly the first
time I'd done that.
I was back to the TH around 5:30p,
making for an 11hr outing. After taking a
shower outside the van I drove back out towards Kaiser Pass. A few miles north
of the pass I turned right at a junction with a Forest Service road that goes
through Sample Meadow on its way past
Mt. Tom.
I planned to climb Mt. Tom the
next morning and get as close as I could tonight before finding a suitable
place to park and sleep. I was on the east side of the mountain less than a
mile from the summit on a pretty rough (for the van, anyway) access road when
I came upon a locked gate. Yikes! It was well past
sunset
and was growing dark
by this time, and without a place to turnaround I had to back the van down
about 100yds. I opened the tailgate to give me a better view of the ground
behind me and nervously executed the tricky manuever. I wonder sometimes what
my wife's reaction would be if she saw me abusing her van like this. I was
happy to get out of that one without hitting anything or sliding off the edge
of the road. I found a nice flat spot to park the van. Dinner and a movie kept
me occupied until nearly 10p - it was nice having a few conveniences inside,
cold as it was in the dark outside.
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